The Devildom's Plaything

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My burnout for writing hit me hard, but some help on what to focus on might help. Hopefully, I will be able to get this out before the holidays and before I get back into classes.

[the-devildoms-plaything]

Vampire | Lucifer x F!reader | Halloween Fic

Summary: An invitation to the castle, for the all hallows eve ball, greedy to indulge in some curious fun and explore something new, you fail to realize you've been invited like prey for the vampires tonight.

Word Count: 6.5k

CW/TW:

Vampire AU, dubcon (reader drinks alcohol and up for interpretation vampiric charming/compelling), slight hunter/prey dynamic (power dynamic), vague stalking, size kink, PIV sex, mean/degrading lucifer, vague D/S dynamic, mentions of blood and tears, multiple orgasms and overstimulation, biting is painful but clouds your mind with pleasure, aftercare mentioned

AN: Happy Halloween ♡ kinda inspired by Dominic Fike's song Vampire, go give it a listen. The soft spot for vampires has never left, and the vampire cards do something to my brain. Please let me know if I missed any necessary tags or if I need to fix any spelling or grammatical errors. Enjoy <3

A quiet but demanding knock upon your door shook you from your enjoyment of your book, confused as you weren't expecting anyone, you left your comfortable spot on the sofa and sat your book down on the couch. Trying to look outside your window pushing past your sheer billowing curtains, you don't see anyone at your door, even more confusing. You take a deep breath to yourself, deciding to stop being paranoid and just open the door. You walk up and twist the handle, but there is no one there, you look around to not even see anyone around your front door. You start to take a step out, but before you place your foot down on your doorstep you check, noticing that there is a bundle of deep red almost burgundy roses wrapped in black paper and a black envelope to the side.

You step back inside, taking the roses and placing them on your kitchen counter while you take a look at the note, sealed in red wax and a sigil that you recognize as the reigning king's family crest. "why would I receive something this extravagant from the king?" you ponder curiously, as you walked to grab a letter opener, you return quickly, running the knife under the seal of the envelope and open it. Your name was the first thing you saw as you unfolded the card, white paper with extravagant calligraphy, written was nothing more than the address of the castle, the time to arrive and the vague dress code of formal wear, an invitation. An invitation to a ball at the royal palace, a ball you’d only heard tales about, the ‘all Hallows Eve ball’ hosted by the king himself, the only social event that the kingdom had celebrated since the passing of the last king. It was impossible to be a forgery with the family crest and seal, but why had you received this? You sat the card down, not thinking of it much more as you grabbed a vase for the flowers, prepping them neatly and leaving them on your kitchen counter.

You could assume that this was addressed to the wrong person had your name not been scripted on the front of the card. It did pique your curiosity as to why you received an invitation to a ball typically used to celebrate the kingdom’s upper ranking nobles, especially the first social event since the passing of the late king. You’d heard many stories of the kings, but it always seemed so distant from the life of the village, it felt as if it was a fairytale that everyone simply indulged in and one to blame when convenient. The late king had died due to sickness complications, or so they say, the prince stepping up to replace his father, had not been married and was young to be taking the throne, that’s what you’d gotten from the newspaper. Perhaps this was simply an invitation to non-betrothed women within his kingdom, seeing if anyone could catch the heart of the king. Whatever fantasy you wanted to sell yourself on, truthfully, you’d always wanted to see it with your two eyes, the palace, the king and the fairy tales. You’d attend.

The party was in two days, you didn’t have much time to prepare something specific, still unsure why you were invited to such a prestigious yearly party, you’d asked around your friends in the village seeing if anyone else had gotten one, but to no avail. You’d practically given up on finding something worthy of being worn to the castle, when you walked by the window and the displayed dress caught your eye. A slightly off-white dress, the attention-grabbing sweetheart neckline, the billowy sleeves that cuffed at the wrist and the more silken A-line skirt that had a layer of lace to accentuate the hips. It was fairly out there, this was a relatively new style of dress, one that was still quite daring for a woman who was unmarried, but times were changing so maybe you should also be daring. You decided to go inside and inquire about the dress, surprisingly not out of budget since the style was proving unpopular with the majority of the townsfolk but unreceptive to the new social changes.

Just like that, a bag in hand, you’d arrived home. You truly didn’t expect to find anything, so it was a pleasant surprise to say the least, you didn’t have to travel to other towns or the capital just to find something presentable to wear to the ball with the theme of ‘formal wear.’ You’d probably experiment with styling the dress before the day came, this might be your only chance to see the palace and so many extravagant things in your entire life, so why not do your best to fit into high society. Maybe you’d be able to sneak off from the ball and walk the palace freely, to see art you could never even imagine, to walk around must feel like peering into another universe. Perhaps there would be a socialization event of some kind, where you’d have to converse and meet people, the thought made you shudder thinking of trying to introduce yourself to members of high society. You pushed the thought back, nothing could stop you from your exciting fantasy of seeing the palace, being able to put faces to rumors, and everything you’d never get to indulge in again.

The two days came and went quickly, you’d departed early to the capital the day before the party deciding to stay at a hotel so that you did not have to commit to the long ride the night of the party. The castle was still a few hours from the capital, however, a much shorter ride than it would be from your small-town village. You’d packed a small suitcase, your dress, heels and any accessories you were to wear took up almost its entirety, you’d planned it all out, after the party you’d go back to the hotel and change for the ride home the next day, a midmorning ticket already purchased. You spent some time in the capital today since you’d come early, deciding to check out the bookstore and a few other places that carried things that were harder to get in your hometown. Satisfied with the time you’d spent today getting to see some new things, meet some friendly new people and get a few books you were excited to read when you returned home.

It was time to start getting ready for the ball when you returned to your hotel, you wasted no time in washing yourself up, putting on your makeup and styling your hair. Youd’ put on the dress and stood in front of the large mirror, seeing everything together, it was perfect. You’d adorned your hair into an updo, nothing intricately special with a few pieces to frame your face delicately, but something away from your neck, to show off the neckline of the dress. You had on a small pair of pearl earrings, one to match the dainty pearl droplet necklace that sat perfectly, right atop your bosom, with your heels on and everything to your liking, you set out to the castle. The ride there took a while, regretting not bringing one of your books to keep you company, you had to sit in nothing but your daydreams the entire ride. As the path to the castle came more and more into view, your excitement and daydreams had turned sour in your stomach, turning into churning anxiety about how the night might go.

You stepped out of the carriage, the driver coming to help you out by giving you his hand to lower yourself with leverage onto the ground, your heels giving you about equal height to the man, before you walked up to the door he leaned into you, “You seem a sweet girl with a good head on your shoulders. Be careful tonight.” You gave him a smile, “I will be, thank you for the ride.” You started to walk into the palace, guards holding the heavy doors open with their backs as you entered, the driver’s words stirring in your head and reigniting the anxiety that you’d struggled to quell earlier. I’m sure it was just friendly advice, it’s probably obvious I’m not from around here, a more palatable reason for his concerning words, that’s what you’ll settle on.

Not letting your anxiety distract you further from the beauty of the marble halls, a thick red carpet plush under your feet, a walkway lined with tall vases filled to the brim with black and red flowers, the entire entryway smelt of sweet florals. More guards guiding the way for you and the visitors in front of you, a couple dressed in elegant fashions, both adorned all black from the details you could distinguish, only seeing their backs of course. Far more interested in the paintings and statues that had started to appear the deeper into the hall you went, the floral vases never wavered until your path turned, leading to an opened that was bursting with bustling noise. A small line was formed before the start of the opened door, you realized that they were allowing for grand entrances, no need for announcements as most of these people recognized by the socialites already inside.

The line moved relatively quickly, as it did you could finally see the people descending the stairs down into the ballroom, it was covered in dark florals and sheer cloth, ribbons and balloons. The downstairs lighting was atmospheric, lit primarily by the huge, mounted chandeliers with faux candles, with candelabras scattered throughout the room, but it all felt overshadowed by the large imposing windows that displayed the moon outside, radiant in its full moon glow.  The live music pricked your ears, stringed instruments bouncing off of the marble walls, a beautiful tune that you’d heard somewhere before, so distracted in your observations of everything, you hardly noticed you were next to enter, after the couple in front made their entrance.

The last special guest of the night had finally arrived, standing at the top of the staircase that led down into the ballroom. The crowded ballroom felt like it grew silent as you descended the stairs. The paralyzing ringing in your ears, the anxiety that shot through your body as so many stared at you, it felt as though every single pair in the room turned to you. The palpable fear, the embarrassment, and your heart racing and not a single person in this room couldn't feel it, that and the blood pumping rapidly through your body. You focused on your feet for a moment, heels walking down the steep marble steps of the castle, it helped to not focus on everyone staring at you. Did I misread the invitation? Am I in the wrong color? Should I just make a dash right now? Confused and embarrassed thoughts were the only things swimming in your head right now, that and the butterflies swimming in your stomach.

You didn’t notice the eyes that followed your decent, the tongues that met their lips as they drank in your appearance, your dress is elegant and cascading, the beautiful color you'd chosen to adorn your skin tonight, that beautifully intoxicating silky fabric draped perfectly on you. How daring that the entirety of your neck was exposed. Your eyes darted around the crowded party looking for anyone that may be able to quell the feeling of not belonging, in a party full of red and black you made yourself stand out, unintentionally of course but, you weren’t the only one not bathed in black, there were other women of varying ages that were in other light colors as well. It helped to feel not so out of place, these women had probably made the same mistake that you had, unknowing of some sort of tradition of wearing black or misreading the vague invitation the same way you had.

Or perhaps it was intentional, to tell these women apart from the rest.

Finally making it into the ballroom, your feet planted onto the marble flooring from the last step, servants standing on either side of you, both wearing half masks, unspeaking as only one leaned down to you offering you drinks on a tray. He presented fluted cups with what seemed to be champagne, you hesitantly took a glass and walked deeper into the party, noticing many hands with larger glasses, filled with a deep red color, red wine you’d assume. Probably for the best that you were not offered the red wine, a disaster waiting to happen in your practically white dress, you should probably be careful tonight. Sipping on your champagne, you took in everything you could, the music that got louder as you walked, the elegant dresses and suits that many people adorned, when you finally hit what seemed to be the center of the room. The large chandelier cascading light down onto dancing people, and the stringed instruments belting out beautifully enchanting music off to the side.

The night droned on, you’d drank many more glasses of champagne trying to fight back the feelings of unease and drown out your insecurities, you’d even danced with a few men who had asked. You were by no means spectacular at dancing, but it was easy enough to follow the lead and the flow of the movement in the party. Busying yourself in doing your best to dance and not step on your partner’s feet, you didn’t notice the eyes around the room that watched you, captivated in your movement despite dancing on their own. Some rather uninteresting small talk that always seemed to be cut short before they disappeared from you and nothing particularly interesting. You couldn’t help but want to head back upstairs and view more sights of the castle. A waiter handing you another glass of champagne, you grabbed it and walked yourself back through the crowd, ascending the stairs and asking a guard where you could find the bathroom, he offered to take you, noticing your slightly inebriated state but you insisted you could follow simple directions. The guard shut up quickly, leaving you confused momentarily before he motioned his hand in the direction for you to walk, “thank you” you mumble as you walk in that direction, your heels clacking against the floor that was not covered in the red carpeted material.

Perhaps had you not been so distracted tonight, you’d have noticed a particular pair of red eyes that followed your form no matter where you went, following you at a distance through the party, he watched you dance from the sidelines, unrealistic for him to ask you to dance, but the persistence of his eyes on you and his aura looming as a warning to others who tried to take your time too long. He followed quietly at a distance after you, even up the stairs, the eyes that pierced through the guard’s telling him to be quiet.

Walking out of line of sight of the guard, taking the turn in the hallway as you were instructed, you couldn’t help but continue down admiring the art displayed on the walls. You’d walked down one hallway, then another and another and maybe a staircase, promising to stop and this be your last before you headed back. You couldn’t help but stop as this painting caught your attention, a painting of the late king and the prince. You’d never truly seen them, only heard their descriptions before, Raven black hair, blood red eyes and pale skin. The painting captured them beautifully, the king’s son a mirror image of himself, the things that stood out the most were the blood red eyes of them both and the broach on the lapel of the king that perfectly matched their eyes.

“Admiring the scenery?” A deep voice booms from your side, and you practically startle out of your skin. Had your glass been any fuller, perhaps you would have spilled it as your body jolted in surprise. You turn to see who the voice belonged to, a towering man dressed in all black, hair black as a raven, blood red eyes, and pale skin. Perhaps you were drunk, seeing double, like the painting had come to life in front of you. You took a few rapid blinks before you registered that this was real, the red broach on his lapel confirming it. You bow your head and curtsey in front of him, something you had become quite accustomed to doing tonight, “Your Highness, I’m sorry, I was captivated with all the art on the way to the bathroom.” You could feel your own voice shaky with embarrassment at being caught, not just by anyone but the king of the castle you were venturing in as if it was your playground.

“Strange as the bathroom is floor down from here.” His voice was a bit playful in its condescension. It did not take much for his voice to power through the emptiness of the hallway. “I must have taken a wrong turn, my apologies” you try to pass off as your excuse, your eyes finally leaving the ground to drink in his appearance. He wore an all-black suit, his tie, his shirt, his suit jacket, pants, gloves and shoes, including the intricate overcoat he draped along his shoulders, you’d miss the detailing had he not been mere feet from you. The red broach stood out strongly, his status symbol, the true heirloom of the throne pinned onto his pointed lapel, and it truly did match his eyes perfectly. Too uninterested in your excuse as he watched your eyes linger on his appearance, the tilt of a smirk on his lips, he decided to let it go, obviously this was an opportunity in his favor at the end of the day, there had been a reason he followed behind you throughout all these hallways. “Parties are not really my fancy either” he breaks the long silence, feeling your heartbeat quicken with his words, his lips now turning into a full smirk.

He could really tell that parties weren’t your thing just by you simply not being there, or had he just had such a good read on you by your appearance? A lot of questions circled your head; you’d be consumed by them had he not spoken again to break you from them. “I saw you on the dance floor, I was going to ask you to dance before you left in a hurry” a white lie, but who could know that other than himself. You felt your face heat, embarrassed by his admission, and the thought of being asked to dance by the King at his own party, now this truly felt like a fantasy. “We can head back” you start before he cuts off the words forming on your tongue, "We can dance here just as well" His tone is rather matter of fact, he holds out his gloved hand to you and bows waiting for you to accept. His piercing red eyes watch your movements, intrigued in seeing how easily you'd fall into his plan tonight.

"I might struggle with no music to follow." You laugh off your nervousness lightly. It had been one of the only reasons you'd made it through the dancing earlier. He didn't need to remove his leather gloves from his hands to feel that sickening drumming of your pulse, your hand against his even if not directly. He pulled you in close, a proper waltz, like he'd been trained to do since he was young. He took steps slowly at first, allowing you to fall into sync with his footsteps. His movements so automatic it allowed his mind to wander for a moment, that innocent look in your eyes as he looked down at you made his mind feel sick with perverted thoughts. How easy it could be to just push you against the wall and indulge in your body and neck.

As you two synced up more, the silence that fell over the hallway was quickly interrupted as he started to hum a melody, just loud enough for it to be heard between you two. The soft humming that emitted from him, it was his grounding method, a way to keep him from losing all semblance of control of himself and his powers, the war he'd slowly been losing all night in your presence. The soft humming that emitted from him helped you step into more comfort versus simply following his lead, “I don’t see why you were nervous.” In this moment his words and actions felt like a more intimate display than it probably was, he raised his arm for you to spin under, his eyes softening to you as you twirled before coming back into his embrace. His grip on your waist was tighter than before.

He was enthralled by the way that you moved with him. You were a receptive partner. No matter how he moved, you followed. He sure hoped you'd continue. Originally tonight, there felt like some force pulling himself to you. It would be a mistake for him not to be drawn to how enchanting you looked. He'd hardly been the only one to notice, but something so alluring in the way you were exposed just enough for the imagination to run wild. And it was so disgustingly obvious to him that so many did. But as the night went on, watching you, the way you carried yourself, then watching how you didn't even care to pretend and stand around doing something you didn't enjoy. It made him more interested in you, beyond the appearance that originally drew him in.

It just happened to be that you also had that inebriating smell that flowed just under your skin. He enjoyed being close to you like this, like he could get drunk on just your smell in this moment, had he not been so tall perhaps he could lean in closer to you and drink it in closer to your skin. Allowing his nose to press right against your pulse, the throb of your heart accelerating just tempting him to sink his teeth into. He shook from his thoughts. If he was to be quite honest, his thoughts had gotten somewhat erratic, but they had been since he set his eyes on you. Almost like he was already drunk on your presence, to begin with, maybe that's why he'd followed you, that he could feel those sparks of connection and not just that burning hunger in the pit of his belly.

Perhaps it was your closeness, the way he could feel your drumming pulse under your skin, the heartbeat that quickened under his control, he felt like his restraint was waning and he was becoming less willing to hold back the longer he spent with you here, like this. His look at you was so captivating, those alluring red eyes that looked at you like he could devour every fiber of your being. Had his charming looks worked on you, or was it the bubbles in your stomach that softened your resolve, your inner voice questioning how weird this all was. Why the very king of the kingdom had invited you to this party to begin with, why he had wanted to dance with you, and why he was here with you now. Why his grip and his gaze on you were so intent, strong, and unforgiving. The air was thick with tension that was confusing but all consuming, like you’d give yourself over to it easily.

The desire was heavy in the air, and in your mind, you weren’t sure anymore who had started the kiss or when you even started to kiss to begin with. A soft peck quickly turned into a tender kiss, lips parting lazily, and languid breaths exhaled, only allowing for tongues to glide together carefully. The taste of his lips and mouth were tangy with a metallic edge, one that became more familiar as you two connected longer. The focus on the taste left your mind as he pushed you backward. He pressed you against the wall, his forearm pressed harshly against the wall, boxing you two together in this moment.

He was unwilling to let his lips part with yours for a second, intoxicating his mind with the lust that flowed from you. His eyebrow scrunched together with force as he worked against the animalistic urge to get at the blood quickly pumping under your skin. He mentally pushed past it, wanting to give himself instead to a more sinful gluttony, dont get distracted from your plan now. He let his hand linger on your hip, gripping it cruelly before he let his hand slide up your body, he let his hand linger along your breast for a moment, frustrated in the extra fabric of his gloves now allowing him to feel you more and letting out a huff between the kisses you were sharing.

He continued his hand upwards, letting his gloved fingers slide up the side of your throat, all the way to your chin to lift it higher, to look upwards at him as he pulled away from your lips. “My room is just a floor above this” his voice hoarse from kissing, or perhaps self-restraint, the war you could not see him fighting in his mind. He leaned into you again, pressing kisses against your ear and down your neck, careful not to let his appetite interfere as he indulged presses kisses against your thumping artery. Luckily, just in time to break the spell you had unknowingly cast on him, you spoke, “take me.” If his face wasn’t in your neck as you closed your eyes, maybe you’d have seen his toothy smile, the depraved thoughts that spurred him on with just your words.

He was quick to take your hand, pulling you from the wall and walking in strides upstairs, it was a feat to keep up with his pace, his long legs carrying him much further than your dress or your heels would allow you. Despite your flushed face and your foggy mind, “Your Highness.” You started before you were quickly cut off, “Lucifer.” You swallow thickly, “Lucifer” you repeat back to him, your words caught in your throat as you stand behind an imposing door, intricate and detailed in its carvings, this was his room, and you were about to be in the king’s bed-chamber. He pushed the door open with ease; you could only imagine the strength needed to force a giant wooden door open like that. “Do you have something to say, little lamb? Speak before you’re no longer able.” Your face flushed hot, so confident in his words, his voice still playful with that condescension that he carried earlier. You shake your head, unable to form the right words, following his lead as he takes you into his room and closes the door behind you.

Right where he's wanted you from the start.

He walked you to the side of his bed, pushing you down to sit on the edge, his hands pressing into the bed on both sides of you, he let his eyes draw in your form sitting in front of him, he let his eyes linger on your chest greedily before they rise and do the same on your neck. It was embarrassing to sit under his extended heated gaze. You start to lean into him, reaching up towards his neck so that you can bring him down into another kiss. His smirk lingers for a moment before he gives in to your whims, kissing you back with much more force than earlier, using his advantage of leaning into you. You bring your arms down from his neck, letting them run along his shoulders down to his chest, letting your hand feel him through his layers of clothes, his cologne more prominent now, deep and woody, cedar and leather and it only added to that foggy feeling of lust in your brain.

You pulled away, panting raggedy trying to catch the breath that felt like it was stolen from you, his eyes fixed on your kiss-swollen lips. Lucifer kept one hand on the bed, pressed into the plush bed on your side, leaning in and imposing in your space. Your eyes trained on him as you watched Lucifer take his gloved hand to his mouth, opening his mouth and pressing his finger into his teeth. Your gaze fixed as he flashed his pearly teeth, the pronounced pointed canines catching your eye as you watched his motions. Such pointed teeth, you take note of, you wonder how they might feel against your skin. He was careful to avoid his sharpened fangs as he pulled the gloves off between his teeth. Letting the glove hang in his mouth for a moment as he leaned away from your heated body, picking his hand up with him and pulling his other glove off.

He sat his gloves against the bed, standing up straight he looked straight down at you, the height difference with you on the bed almost felt intimidating, different from when he stood taller than you earlier, those red eyes hazy and half-lidded but his eyes almost predatory in their gaze. He moves slowly, raising his hand and putting his thumb against your lips, his hunger only burning harsher in his belly as he finally feels your skin against his own. He continued his pursuit, letting the weight tug down your bottom lip, and when your lips parted enough, he slipped it to your teeth. You were accepting, parting your mouth open for him, he pressed his thumb down against your tongue, "Little dove you're so obedient for me. Let me undress you.” He draws his thumb from your mouth, dragging it across your lips forcefully, you smile softly at him, and that’s all he needed.

He was fast, restraint-wearing thinner, crouching down to your legs hanging off the bed. He picks up your heel, slipping it off your foot and placing it on the floor next to you, repeating this action with your other heel as well. You were lost in his soft actions, his voice always demeaning, but his actions affectionate and gentle. When he finished, he placed his large, rough hands on the back of your calves, the feeling contrasting the silky fabric against your legs. He leaned in close to your leg as he ran his hands along your calves, letting his nose brush against it as he inhaled that intoxicating sweet smell against your artery. Not letting himself get lost so easily, he's already so close, so just a little longer is fine he tried to convince himself. He started to shift his hands upwards, lifting the dress up with him as he ran from your calves to the back of your knees to the bit of your thigh that stuck off the bed. When there was no more thigh to run his hands along, he shifted his hand to the front of your thighs, continuing his escapade of exploring your skin. He only halted for a moment as your panties came into his view, black and lacy, holding back a different aroma, one that could easily cast a spell on anyone lucky enough to enjoy.

A pleasure reserved for him tonight.

He slowly stood back up, your dress pooled around your waist, holding it there as he admired you a little longer, he let one hand hold your bunched dress and his other dipped between your thighs to run a stipe down your underwear. “I’d love to indulge more but quite honestly; I’m struggling to hold myself back right now.” His voice felt darker, starved, he wanted to be wrapped in your warmth completely, his teeth in your skin so you could both crash into that pleasure together. “So, stop” you mumble, not realizing the fire you play with, like a hand over a blazing candle. Your voice felt so bewitching, you hadn’t spoken much but the words you said and that lustful twist on your words, drove him closer to his edge. He moved, shaking off his overcoat and letting it hit the floor underneath him, he didn’t care to get much more undressed at this moment, burning hunger getting unbearable, despite having had plenty to drink earlier.

He stood you up, every touch of your skin to his making his head spin in heat, he loosened the back of your dress, shucking the sleeves off your arms and letting the dress fall against the floor. Taking in your exposed skin he sighed then pushed you down onto the bed, your chest and stomach resting against the plush mattress and your legs hanging off the bed. He slipped your black panties down your legs, he admires your pretty pussy for a moment, spreading your legs by standing between them, his eyes staring as you heard the wrestling of his belt and the zipper of his pants. He pulls his pants just enough so he can free himself from the strain of his boxers, the hiss that escaped his lips as he finally felt contact along his cock. He leans into you, running his head against your slit, causing you to shakily exhale, he’s rubbing it against your clit for a moment before he slides it down catching it on your hole. He repeats the same action again before you let out a whine, “and here I was trying to be nice” he starts to push his head into you, the stretch felt sickening, burning slightly to accommodate his length with little prep.

He thrusts his head in and out slowly, letting your clenching pussy get used to it before he sunk it into you fully, the groan that left his mouth as you squeezed onto him, shaky like he let it out in a breath. He moved his hand from his length to your hip, steading you as you squirmed under his movement. His thrusts were slow and steady, getting you used to the stretch of his head first, and when that tight ring gave him some slack, he started to push more of himself inside. Your soft moans only spurring him on as he kept pushing into you, the tight hold of your pussy on him made him groan deep from his throat, thrusting shallowly as he tried pushing the rest of his length into you. Your head felt like it was spinning, the feeling of his entirety inside you. You felt so full with him inside, the throb of your pussy drumming like your rapid heartbeat and he'd hardly started moving.

As he filled you to the brim, that sickening pleasure of defiling you, looking down at you completely naked and impaled on his cock while he was still fully dressed. He ran his hands along your spine and over your shoulder, your totally exposed skin as you lay here so vulnerable. It felt so erotic, savoring this imagine in his mind, the squeeze and throb of your pussy against his cock making him bite his lip in his teeth. He was quick to start thrusting into you. He started by trying to be gentle, but he lost his edge quickly. He gripped your shoulder and your hip and used the leverage to his advantage. He was rough slamming into your body, your ass slamming bakc against him and his heavy balls slapping against your clit. He groaned, leaning his body weight onto you and thrusting deeper, letting his groans flow right into your ear and letting him hear your moans less choked into the bed. His lips grazed your ear, “You like this darling? Letting me be so rough with you?”

You whine in response, his deep voice so close to your ear, followed by more of his groaning. You felt completely wrapped in him. Unable to form words with your mind misty with lust, the alcohol in your system just helps you let go of your inner worries about all of this. You feel yourself throb against him as he starts to push into that deep spot that makes you shudder, his grip on your hip tightens as he feels that squeeze and throb against his cock more repeatedly, consistent now. “mm” he groans, his concentration wavering, his hips moving on their own as he pushes you closer to your edge, his nose running down against your neck, intoxicating in the way that makes him want to keep breathing it in, so easily exposed to him just ready for him to drink. His lips met your neck first, followed by his tongue, then the faint scrape of his teeth as he inhaled your skin again. His sharp teeth felt so rough against your neck, and he wanted to just sink them in but he wanted to keep fucking you as well.

Maybe he's a kinder soul than he thought, letting you get through at first orgasm first. He scoffed, he knew the real reason he did this, he loved the taste of blood at the peak of pleasure, to feel blood on his lips and tongue as his balls squeezed and his length twitched with the need of release.

You whined against the bed, losing your battle as you went over the edge, him thrusting so messily into you, his weight so imposing against you that it was hard to move. You shuddered, choked moans that turned to breathless whines pouring from your lios as your legs twitched underneath him, the cry you let out let him know all he needed, he peppered kisses against you, thrusting and keeping you crashing through your orgasm, squeezing him almost painfully. He didn’t stop his thrusting, keeping you pushing through and shaking underneath him as you verged overstimulation, you started to try and move from underneath him, it felt like you needed to get away from him. “Where do you think you’re going, my little lamb?” Whining pouring from your lips, he keeps his pace, thrusting into you harshly, that throbbing of your pussy coaxing him further, he groans against your neck as he turns his attention back to his prize. Almost there and almost ready for the big moment.

He feels your stiffness dissipate underneath him, his teeth grazing your neck again he softly bites in, not needing much pressure to draw that viscous red color from your skin, and he laps greedily as it flows from you. You let out a strangled cry into the bed that was followed by heavy panting. Like electricity had shocked through your body, you worked through your bliss again, abruptly tensing your muscles as you stiffened. Your eyes shut quickly, trying to ground yourself from the dizzying, overwhelming feelings, the haze of pleasure and pain as he drank the blood from your wound. The pain in your neck, and the pleasure that shakes through you, tears ran down your eyes, his weight even more imposing as he held you down, his movements struggling into you as he worked towards his own rapture.

This feeling was like no other. Pleasure and feeding was such a depraved combination, like he could taste the pleasure he worked you through in the blood that leaked from you. He felt you still shaking underneath him, keeping his pace as he worked you through your euphoria. It had probably taken you off guard how strong it felt. Being your first time, he almost felt bad as he heard your whimpers and struggled breathing, your pleasure evident as it left the base of his cock sticky and white the leaking down your thighs sticky against his suit pants. But the sickening sweet taste of your blood in his mouth, he could indulge in this taste forever, far more worth it than he even could've imagined in his plan tonight.

He leaned his weight off you, allowing you some room to breathe for a minute, your blood running down your shoulder and back. Now this was something he'd kill to keep indulging in, your body practically limp against his as you come down from your high and your blood running down to greet him. He'd lost himself, his thrusts messy and unsteady as he worked himself through the pleasure. He released into you, his groan strangled, quick to let his tongue lap at the streak of blood that had leaked down your back and shoulder. Then, he moved back against your neck as he refused to stop lapping at your neck until the blood started to trickle rather than flow. He leaned up and off of you, pulling out despite wanting to stay inside you forever, you stayed still unable to move for a moment. He lays on the bed next to you, heaving chest heavy, he felt so fucking hot with all these clothes on still. As you turned to look at him, his mouth smeared with your blood. You looked at him with pure fear, not even realizing that he'd drawn blood from you in the heat of your pleasure, “Don’t worry darling, I’m not going to kill you.” He rolled to his side, stroking the tears away from your eyes and stroking your cheek, “I’d much rather keep you around, I’ll give you a bath.”

You hardly have the strength to struggle against yourself as he carries you to the bathroom, runs the bath, and keeps you comfortable and warm against himself, now much less clothed. He peppers kisses against your face and head and gives you quiet praises, "you did so well for me." His actions feel confusing, and they had been for the entirety of the night. His words always condescending but heavily contrasting his actions that were so soft and gentle, almost caring and loving. Then, to hardly able to hold himself back against you as soon as you entered his bedroom, then feeding on your blood and back to sweet and gentle.

His hands soothed you as you both got into the bathtub, the warmth comforting your sore muscles along with his gentle hands. He worked to wash you up, your hair taken down from it's updo and your scalp massaged. His actions so tender, they could almost feel loving had the fear of earlier not lingered in the back if your mind, as if he could sense it he presses some more kisses against you and held you tight, "will you stay with me? I feel so drawn to you. I don't do this with just anyone." You smile and lean into his embrace, "should I trust a vampire to say that?" He scoffs, taken aback by your playful back talk, "This vampire might just have you forever." You giggle, maybe he really meant he wanted to keep you.

Maybe for an eternity.

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[the-devildoms-plaything]

Blossoming Love | Asmodeus x F!reader |

Summary: Realizing you have feelings for your best friend can be confusing and nerve-wracking, but Asmodeus is in the same boat. Did he overstep and make you uncomfortable, or was it the push you needed to take the step and further your relationship?

Word Count: 8k

CW/TW:

TW: angsty tones, confused emotions, slight insecurities (both sides), best friends to lovers, pining, mentions of other characters (Mephisto, Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Diavolo), mentions of reader doing face masks, skincare and nail painting (it was only mentioned once, feel free to assume that reader took it off afterward), terms of endearment (sweetie, dear, darling, love, gorgeous, pretty, baby), asmo wears lip-gloss, tons of praise, oral (reader receiving), fingering and clit play, PIV, lovemaking, slightly possessive asmo, multiple orgasms, slight overstimulation, cuddly aftercare

AN: Something a little sweeter compared to what I've been writing lately, it was a nice change. I will try to get one more fic out before the end of the month that's more Halloween-themed, wish me luck that I can do it. Please let me know if I missed any necessary tags or if I need to fix any spelling or grammatical errors. Enjoy <3

It had been a while since you came to the Devildom, as shocking as it was to you, you had adjusted well enough to your new life as an exchange student. You'd made pacts with the brothers pretty quickly, and even grown quite close to them all. Out of everyone, you'd started to grow the closest with Asmodeus. Whether it be his inviting personality, or his fun and caring personality. It was endearing, it felt like everything was an adventure together and you loved spending every second together, practically inseparable best friends.

Rumors were constant around RAD, the outside world of the Devildom and even sometimes making their way thought the houses. You two were more than friends, secret lovers trying to keep it a undercover due to how it would look for the two of you. The rumors didn’t hold any evidence, nothing more than hearsay that passed though the mouths of bored demons, but it’s not as though you two never heard them. The words never fell on deaf ears, Asmodeus did his best to push back against these rumors, keeping his image of himself as a bachelor, keeping his adoring fans guessing. You on the other hand, never said anything about these rumors, just brushing them off with generalized comments like “we are just friends” and vague answers to quell the demons bold enough to ask you about such things.

Even having to fend off Mephisto who wanted to interview you about your relationship with Asmodeus, even trying to convince you he had somehow found evidence that you two were together, there would be no such evidence because you two were not together. Simply trying to see if you could be caught in a moment of weakness, revealing to him that there was some kind of evidence to be found, a secret to unfold. Luckily to your rescue was Lucifer, quick to stop Mephisto in his tracts before he could press you further. Fast to leave just as fast as he came, it was starting to become regretful, at least the annoyance and gossip about you could be worth it all had you even been together to begin with. You snap out of your thoughts, what a strange thought to have, you don’t even have these kinds of feelings for Asmodeus so why would such a thing even cross your mind. Pushing your thoughts away as you rushed to your last class of the day, just hoping to quickly get the rest of this day over.

Sweet florals envelop your senses are you sit in the pastel pink room, belonging to none other than Asmodeus. You’d been in here often, growing quite acquainted with its luxurious comforts, you sat in front of his vanity, perfectly shining gold, reflecting the dim lights of the room nicely. Asmodeus sat beside you, the two of you adorning face masks, he was filling you in on what had happened throughout his day. You listen along in quiet comfort, it was quite funny to have him fill you in on the little of his day you weren’t actively with him, but you listen along to your best friends rambling anyways. You couldn’t help but think about the day as well, today had been quite tiring after all you had to deal with. Luckily it was almost the weekend, you two had planned to go to a festival in town, a limited event for just this weekend.

“Sweetie, are you even listening to me?” His words snap you back to reality, he shakes his head at you, disbelief you were ignoring him, “It’s time to take our face masks off.” You nod, following him to the bathroom, a tiredness crosses your eyes that he cannot miss, “sorry, I was just thinking about how excited I am for this weekend.” He can’t help but smile, “I’m excited too, I wonder if they’ll have any clothing or cosmetic vendors.” He ponders for a moment, eyes looking over at you as you start to wash the mask off your face. He can’t help but smile at you, but now his mind wonders if you are alright, your eyes shining of nothing more than determination as you wash your face mask off, it must have been nothing. Something so captivating in the way that you do things, something as simple as watching you wash your face made him feel like he would enjoy this kind of quiet serenity forever.

You move away from the sink to grab a towel and wipe the running water off your face, as you pat the water off your face you turn and look at Asmodeus who hasn’t taken the opportunity to wash his face yet. Gesturing to the sink with that smile that could light up this entire room he thought, he nods and begins to wash his face as well, making sure to get all of the mask off meticulously so it doesn’t stay on his skin. When he finishes, pressing the towel into his damp face and patting dry, “Did I miss anything while I was not with you earlier?” He asks candidly, taking your hand into his as he leads you back out to his room. He sits you back down in your earlier seat, fluid motions as he claims his own seat again, you were oddly quiet as he dug through his drawer of moisturizers.

Debating if you should bother to tell him this or not, why wouldn’t you, maybe because you haven’t even thought through your own confusing thoughts earlier. When he finally selected the moisturizer, placing the glass container against the desk, he looked into your eyes again, that same confusing look as earlier. “hey, tell me what happened.” His voice impossibly soft, as his tone occasionally was, but only with you, only in those small moments where it was the two of you. He lets his hand raise and cup the side of your face, allowing him to tilt your gaze up at him, his eyes searched yours, like looking for the answer in your eyes themselves. You pause, throat tight as you decide what to say, your eyes look directly into his amber ones, no longer looking past him in your confusing thoughts. “I just had some issues with Mephisto earlier today. It wasn’t a big deal.” You mumble, letting a light-hearted laugh follow your sentence, trying to ease the tension will inevitably follow a sentence like this, showing him that it wasn’t as serious as he was thinking.

Letting out the breath of air that he was holding tight, a small scoff as he let his thumb stroke your cheek before his hand left it. He grabbed the glass jar back off the vanity, opening it and scooping out some moisturizer, rubbing it into his fingers to warm it up, “Tell me, what got under your skin?” he asked, saccharine charm in his voice, you’re practically as used to this as he’s gotten, so he knew that it must have been something to really bother you. “It really was nothing asmo, the same old tactics, same old story” you hush your voice as he approaches your face, closing your eyes as his hands make contact with your skin. “If he bothers you again, I will deal with him.” His nonchalant tone was juxtaposed by his hands making meticulous movements along your face, allowing for the moisturizer to sink and settle into the places needed. As you tried to speak again, he applied more pressure, it was subtle, but you knew it meant that you couldn’t protest this, instead you let a small smile creep onto your lips again, relaxing as he took care of you.

Your eyes closed and that quiet comfort creeped in again, there was nothing quite like his presence and his care that made you feel like everything would be alright. Your thoughts wandered as you tuned out the world, all except his fingers as they worked circles into your skin, do you have feelings for Asmodeus? His hands left your face and brought you out of your thoughts quickly, your eyes opening and meeting his in the mirror you two sat in front of, yours flicked quickly away from his. You were quick to pick up your phone, tapping the screen to distract yourself when you realized what time it was, “ah, I should go back to my room before Lucifer gets upset.” A sigh left him, “I’ll see you tomorrow sweetie, just a few more days and we’ll be at the festival together. Away from everything else.” You stand up from your seat, clutching your phone in one hand, you wrap your arms around his neck from behind careful not to disturb him applying his skincare, giving him a slight hug, “I can’t wait. Goodnight Asmo.”

Back in your room, dark and quiet as you stare up at your ceiling, what’s wrong with my head today? So many confusing and strange thoughts running rampant, making it impossible for you to give in to the temptation of sleep. You were honestly quite tired of the constant rumors, gossip and speculation about you, it wasn’t like you weren’t used to it, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t wear you down. Asmodeus had centuries under his belt of having to deal with prying eyes, gossip and fame, so of course he knew how to handle it better, he knew the things to say to get it to all calm down. Maybe that’s why he always put down a hard stance when he was approached by demons curious enough to ask, a firm declaration of no that’s not happening and no regret. What was this feeling in your stomach, was it a pity that he had to deal with this so much that he was used to it? Was it envy that he was able to deal with this all better than you are? It was probably both, you concluded, everything else too muddy to wade through in your mind.

Upset? Disappointed? Other emotions rang out in your head, upset about everything that had been happening lately, yes that was an obvious one. But Disappointed, that one didn’t seem so natural for your brain to give an explanation to. Disappointed that things were shut down so swiftly, that maybe you had no chance, that he could never see you that way, it wasn’t even an option to consider. Now you had other things to consider, were you disappointed that he did not consider you, did it hurt your pride and confidence but not your heart? Or was it disappointment that stung your heart, that he would never hold place in it, that he was uninterested in pursuing anything with you? Then why does he use those silly nicknames with me, why does it show me his concern and comfort me, why does he use that tone with me when we are alone.

This is fucking stupid; I don’t have feelings for Asmodeus. You roll over, snuggling your blanket into your arm when you feel your phone, checking it one last time before truly getting to sleep. The light illuminates your face, burning your tired eyes slightly, already 2am, a text from Asmodeus sitting in your notifications, get some beauty rest, everything will be fine tomorrow <3. You closed your eyes, choosing not to open his message so he didn’t see how late you had stayed up worrying about nothing, and rest would invite you promptly with open arms.

The next morning and entirety of your day at school pass quickly, nothing eventful enough, at least nothing that was out of the ordinary at this point. Today was your scheduled tutoring with Satan, exams coming up meant that you needed to work on your studies more, that way you could continue your good standings in the Devildom even if your reputation had become questionable. Asmodeus and Mammon were supposed to join, but it was a rarity that they actually came. Another long day, with the addition of some poor sleep, then followed by devoted studying was not exactly what you wanted today.

You were exhausted by the time you got back to the house, messaging Asmodeus that you were headed over to his room to unwind before the night got any later. He happily accepted, he painted your nails while you sat on his bed across from him, “tell me about your day” you ask him, your voice tired just like the rest of your body. He started and carried on until he was done with your nails, “I talked to Mephisto earlier” his tone was cold, not one that graced your ears often, “He won’t bother you anymore.” You look quizzically at Asmodeus, as if he had just told you the world was ending, “I didn’t know you took so much after your eldest brother” you can’t help but hold back your laugh watching his face twist in embarrassment.

“I’m just messing with you asmo. I appreciate you” You smile, letting your hand meet the side of his face, running your thumb on his cheek, he leaned into it, closing his eyes for a moment. “I don’t like doing such things, but I will always take care of anything when you’re involved my dear.” There it was, that soft tone he shared with no one else, the one that made you question what exactly the line between friendship and lovers. You started to retract your hand from his face, letting it slip from his grasp just a bit before he grabbed it in his own, his fingers intertwined with yours and his thumb stroked the back of your hand. You were confused, taken aback by the intimacy that radiated in this moment, before you noticed he was staring at your hand, he was looking at your nails. You let out a soft sigh, “oh, I didn’t even notice, you matched our nail colors.” He looked at you, confused at your sigh, was it a sigh of relief or a sigh of disappointment, what was this palpable feeling between the two of you. Not that it had never been here before, but it felt different, the fragrance of the air around you, different. He wasn’t quick to invade your space, rather slow and comfortable taking it up, however what caught you off guard was the gentle kiss he placed against your lips.

It was a light kiss, that lasted a few seconds. It wasn't earth shattering, it wasn't making out, it wasn't even a passionate kiss. It was featherlike, so why did it have you so flustered. So taken aback that asmo had just leaned in to take your lips, like it was as natural as breathing. Your face felt hot, embarrassed to be having a reaction to something so simple. But the pressure against your lips lingered, like he was still there connected to you, you almost reached to touch your lips just to double check. "Wh-what-wh-" you stammered before you collected yourself in false confidence, "I should go to bed." You push yourself upwards quickly, avoiding the gaze of the fluffy haired blond in front of you. You start for the door, you expected him to say something, to get up and grab you before you left but no such thing happened. As you closed the door behind you, eyes lingered on your hand holding the doorknob.

You crouched down in front of his door for a moment, feeling your heart drum felt like it was vibrating your entire body. You heard creaking, startling from your position, you practically sprint back to your room, praying that none of the brothers catch you to ask what's wrong. You make it all the way back to your room quickly enough to avoid any confrontation, your phone clutched tightly in your hand. You open and close your door in one motion, one breath, you groan as you throw your phone to your pillows, followed by your body onto your bed. You reached your hand to your face, letting your fingers meet with your bottom lip, his lip gloss sticky to your fingers as you ran your fingers along.

Why did he do that? Your face felt hot and embarrassed once again remembering just the gentle kiss of his lips to yours. It's not that big of a deal, he's just your best friend. That’s totally something best friends do; Asmodeus was often flirty with you. He's never kissed you, trying push the conflicting thoughts back in your head as you turn your head to your phone, illuminated with a notification. You pause, nervous to see what it was, a notification from Asmodeus? What would he say after you left like that, what would he say after he kissed you? Was it a message of regret? A message asking you to come back and talk with him? Was it him professing his feelings he’s harbored for you? You let your phone sit there for a while, lost in your thoughts as you tried to sort them out, a knock on your door shakes you out of them.

Your heart feels like it’s going to burst out of your chest, the drop in your stomach was nauseating. Knowing there’s a limited count of brothers who actually knock on your door vs just barging into your room. Had he come to your door because you didn't answer him? Because he was worried after you left so quickly? Another quiet knock, you shook from your nervousness, you push yourself up from the bed, heading over on shaky legs felt like a mile to your door.  You let your trembling fingers twist the door handle, slow as you tried to collect your thoughts about what to say to Asmodeus. When the door opened you saw Mammon.

A cold wave crashed over your body, was it disappointment or relief that Asmodeus was not the person at the door? Perhaps, was it concern that mammon had acted out of character and knocked on your door? "Hey, I heard you running earlier. Are you alright?" His words startle you, "oh, it's nothing. I was worried about Lucifer being mad. I was out of my room past my curfew. You know how he is about school nights." You ramble on for a moment before you decide to laugh it off, his eyes scan yours then look at your face, trying to find something, but he quickly smiles at you instead. "Right. Right, I'll let you get some sleep, you look exhausted. Have a good night." You nod, "Have a good night mammon." You close the door as he walks down the hall again.

You walk over to your phone, illuminated as another notification pops onto your lock screen and quickly dims again. You’d gotten over your nerves, you had already had too many rushes of emotions in just the past hour, your confidence carrying you to your phone. You tap your phone, clicking your notification and unlocking it, it was just a couple notifications from a game you'd downloaded with Levi. You groan, upset you'd worked yourself up so much in anticipation over a text that wasn't there. Maybe you truly were overreacting, Asmodeus hadn't even texted you, which means that it was all nothing to be so worked up over. There was no apology, no grand confession, there was nothing.

An act of blurred lines. An impulsive decision, a confusion in the mood between you both, a misunderstanding. That's it, just confusion about what the line in your relationship is. Trying to justify it like this didn't explain the heat in his cheeks, the butterflies that had turned to weights in his stomach as you left him, nor the embarrassment in his heart. It should've been an easy throw away, he's kissed many friends, in fact done much more, so why did one kiss leave him feeling so disheartened. Was it because you'd rejected it so swiftly, not even standing to be in the same room? He shook his head, even he could push through the nonsense of trying to push this onto you. Maybe he took things too far.

What exactly is the line for our relationship? What exactly is our relationship now? The way my heart flutters, the thoughts that fill my head when I'm with her, the unmistakable thoughts of more between you two. Maybe that's why he'd leaned in to kiss you, but his anxiety deafening his other thoughts as he continued to dwell on things. His sin getting the better of him, maybe that's all you could ever feel from him or see him as. Shaking himself from his insecurity, you’re better than this, we will talk about it tomorrow.

A long night, a night of questions with little answers, another night where your loud confusing thoughts fought off your ability to sleep. You overslept slightly, missing out on breakfast and having to rush to RAD by yourself instead of with the brothers like you usually did. You did not actively avoid Asmodeus today, simply deciding to spend some time by yourself when you could. When a few brothers approached you to ask if you were okay when they noticed you by yourself, it was an easy excuse to say you were exhausted, the darkness under your eyes only proving your excuse true. Asmodeus hadn’t exactly made extra attempts to be at your side either, so maybe it was a mutual time for you to collect your thoughts. Asmodeus held himself back, knowing that a conversation about what happened last night between you two would not be had at school, but that didn’t mean he didn’t want to spend time with you, that he wasn’t concerned with your tired appearance.

It was an awkward situation, totally forgetting that there was a council meeting since it was the end of the month, now you two were stuck at RAD even longer, only stewing in your own exclusive emotions, unable to talk about the situation yesterday even longer. The meeting was excruciating, but Diavolo made an exception to let you leave early, seeing you visibly tired and spaced out, he was concerned about your wellbeing. Now, on top of everything you had to walk home by yourself, you were exhausted, not just from school but also now from the overwhelming emotions and build up to this conversation you knew you’d be having later and now the anxiety of having had all of the brothers and even Diavolo worrying about your wellbeing.

Getting back to the house, you decided to take a shower, it would help you keep awake, and maybe the quiet could give you some relaxation as you continued to sort your feelings. You weren’t opposed to you two becoming a couple, however, it was a nerve-wracking idea, if everyone was this way already then how would they be when you two were actually together. It’s nerve wracking to think about being in a relationship with an embodiment of sin, especially one associated with lust, and so connected to the perception of himself by everyone around him. But maybe you’re getting ahead of yourself, now even positive that Asmodeus is interested in that sort of thing, maybe this is just a casual thing. But you can’t deny the way he acts with you in private moments, the subtle flirtations, the kindness he shows you, the gentleness in his voice when he speaks to you, and the terms of endearment he chooses when he talks about you or to you.

You turn the shower off, finishing the rest of your routine post-shower at your own pace, you knew that they would be in the meeting a while longer, especially an end of month meeting on a Friday. You put on something comfortable, some shorts and a shirt, something that you’d typically wear to bed, or around the house on staying at home days. You decided to let yourself into Asmodeus’ room, sending him a text and letting him know that you’d be waiting in here for him, with the read receipt popping up in the corner, you knew they were likely on the way home. It wasn’t long before the opening of his door shook you from your thoughts, neither of you the first to speak, it was a foreign feeling, the unsettling awkward silence that filled the usually cheerful room.

You clear your throat, watching as he glided across the room, discarding his jacket, folding it onto the chair that usually sits at his vanity, “I’m sorry for having to leave early, I hope it wasn’t too boring of a meeting.” His voice finally joining yours, breaking his own silence since he entered, “You know it always is, you don’t have to apologize, you looked on the brink of collapsing.” He comes around finally, no longer standing by his vanity, but joining you by sitting on the bed across from each other, much like you two sat yesterday. “I feel a bit better after coming home and taking care of myself a bit” your gaze starts to meet with his before you feel that awkwardness settling in again, avoiding the topic isn’t going to help anyone sort anything out or make either of us feel better. Picking up your confidence despite your pounding in your chest, “Yesterday…”

A barely audible sigh leaves Asmodeus, his gaze has never left you, from the moment he joined you on the bed, much as it rarely did to begin with, his ears perked up as your voice broke through again. “What is our relationship?” Blunt, abrupt, grating, not at all how you wanted to start this, your stomach sinking as it felt like you talked with no control of your mouth, “There is no doubt in my mind what I want to be." Your eyes meeting his for the first time since he sat down, the gaze that you were always met with, his undivided attention, unwavering confidence, perhaps affection. “What is that?” your voice meek as it poured from your lips. He reached to grab your hand, letting his thumb rub small circles into the back, comforting and gentle, “My sweet, I have had these feelings for a while. We have something I hold dearly, so I was scared of making a move and you believing it's only my sin involved."

If he could capture that light that shined in your eyes, the array of emotions that displayed on your face in mere seconds, the flush that spread across your face, and the grip on his hand that only firmed as you held his hand in yours. You stayed silent for a while, it allowed insecurity to leak into his heart just for a moment, letting his voice break that silence once more, “I don’t know why I did it, something just felt different last night. I’m sorry I kissed you without your permission, and I pushed our boundaries-“ You cut him off, “You don’t have to apologize. If I’m quite honest, not that my feelings haven’t been blooming, but they are still quite confusing and new to navigate.” You now move your thumb, rubbing circles in his hand just as he had earlier, “I think it would be easier to navigate together.”

His radiant smile, that blush that colored his cheeks, fit him perfectly, “May I kiss you, my darling?” You can’t help but laugh softly, “Of course.” Much like last night, Asmodeus was comfortable taking your space, he leaned from his seated position, letting the bed sink under his shifting weight as he slightly crawled over to you, lifting his hand to greet your cheek. His thumb stroked your cheek as he pulled you closer to himself, the gap between you two closing as your lips pressed together, a kiss that was easy to melt into. A kiss different from the one you had yesterday, a kiss filled with passion, a kiss so easy to get lost in, one that contained so many pent-up emotions finally breaking free. You’d caught him off guard, as he pulled away from your lips, you followed him with your own, unwilling to part with his lips or these feelings of passion so easily.

He indulges in your kisses more, allowing himself to comfortably kiss you back just as passionately as you had kissed him, before he pulled back again, “Darling, I love to indulge you, and I love to see a side of you like this.” He runs his thumb on your cheek again, soft gentle strokes across as his eyes flick from your kiss swollen lips to your eyes full of passion and fire, “I am the lust demon my love, and you’re far too sweet and tempting, to be playing this dangerous game with me.” You can’t help but let a smirk adorn your lips, closing some more space between you two again, "I know who you are, Asmodeus" his name lingered on your tongue, you rarely used his full name anymore which gave it all the more venom "if there was one being who could understand all of my harbored emotions and passion, would it not be you, Lust?"

Asmodeus didn’t bother to speak, closing the gap between you two quickly, your lips connected heatedly, intensity and passion stole the air from your lungs as you tried to keep up. His hand on your cheek, sliding down to your nape and bringing you closer, letting his tongue lick a stripe against your lips which you happily obliged to. He did not need to be forceful, so intentional with his movements and actions, it was already having you melt into him, over just a kiss. He pulled away from you for a moment, letting his free hand no longer linger on the bed, but instead run along your exposed legs, his eyes were trained on your face, darkened with blush, lips flushed and swelled, and that beautiful look in your eyes, wanting, pleading to indulge together. “I love seeing my sin on you my love, like it should be yours and not mine” His typical honey sweet voice, laced with something else, restraint perhaps, a grumbly quality as he exhaled, letting you catch your breath that escaped you so easily, just for a moment before he was glued to you again.

Ragged breaths, desperate kisses and wandering hands, you practically whine as he pulls away from your lips again, his hands moving to lift your shirt pausing before continuing, his eyes asked the question and you nod, he swiftly takes the shirt off. He lets out a small breath as he examines your surprising nakedness, “Darling, you’re so gorgeous” is hands were quick to roam your newly exposed skin, his words tickled your ears, a throb of the heart, mind filled with little except his sweet words and the feeling of him against you. He let his hands slide up and cup at your chest as he continued to kiss you, letting his soft lingering touches just build your want for desire more. His hands slid down from playing with your chest down to your hips, he left one hand to support your back while the other wondered down to your heat, letting his fingers forcefully drag against your still clothed pussy. You opened your mouth to moan, he allowed you to pull away from his lips, but this time he was the one to follow you eagerly, pressing kisses from across your lips to your ear.

“Let’s get undressed sweetheart” His voice felt to deep in your ear, like it invaded your head, the rasp that tangled itself into his voice something new but welcome. You nod, starting to move before you feel him trailing kisses from your ear, behind your ear and down your neck, moving your hands to his shirt, pulling it from being tucked into his pants and starting to unbutton it from the top. He pulls away from your skin, watching in satisfaction as your shaky hands unbutton his shirt fully, his chest now on display to you before he shrugs the shirt completely off. He leans back onto his knees, giving you a smirk as he runs his hand over his crotch, his hardened length leaving a print apparent in his tight school slacks. You lean into his space, your hands working on his belt, letting it slack around him before moving to undo his button and zipper. You pulled them down as far as you could from his position, he then moved to the end of the bed for a moment to let his pants slip onto the floor before he climbed back to his old position. He let his hands linger against your waist for a moment before he gently pushed you backwards onto the bed, slipping your shorts down your legs and discarding them to the side.

Quick to lean over your body again, pressing a quick kiss against your lips again before he pulled away, kissing back to your ear before you hear him talk once again, “Can I eat you out baby?” Your face felt red hot, embarrassed slightly but unwilling to turn down his sweet plead, “please” your voice that poured from your lips better than any aphrodisiac in the world. He was quick to reach down again, letting his hands squeeze at your hips before hooking his fingers into the sides of your panties, slipping them down slowly. He slid your panties down your legs, pressing a kiss against your ankle as he dropped them to the side. He let his hands and lips trail up your legs, gentle and loving, he started to work his way in between your legs, practically worshiping your skin along your ankles to your thighs, and then inner thighs.

He stopped for a moment just to admire the look of your pussy, a gaze that could border on embarrassing had you needed his attention so desperately. He lets his fingers spread you apart before he trailed his kisses inwards towards you, letting his lips now hold you apart as he ran his tongue upwards, his hands now moving to hold your legs apart as he looked up at you, his gaze was unrelenting as his continued licks turned into a suck against your clit. The groan that left your throat as you looked down at him, wrapping your hand into his hair, he let his eyes leave you to close them and focus on your taste, your noises, your hand in his hair. Strokes from your hole up to your clit, sucking and then flicking his tongue against it before he would start the intentional routine again, building your pleasure slowly so he could continue to savor being between your legs like this. The constant string of moans that left your mouth as he ate you out, letting his hand leave your thigh and slide across to your clit, letting his thumb rub circles into it before he started to fuck into your hole with his tongue. The change in pleasure was electric, feeling as his thumb started to stimulate you constantly and his pursuit on your hole, you gripped a little more firmly into his hair.

He groaned softly into your pussy, moving his hand away from your clit you couldn't help the whine that came out at the loss of stimulation. He pulled away from you but only for a moment, his tongue now paying attention to your clit while his finger began to prod at your entrance. The push into you wasn't hard, already plenty wet for him, his finger pushing into those tight velveteen walls, he was slow in his movement, getting you used to the thrusts of his finger before he added another. His tongue drawing all sorts of shapes into your clit, the pleasure building all too quickly now as he curled his fingers, your hands both now entangled in his hair and pulling him into you as your legs started to tremble. The throaty moans that started to leave you were ethereal, like you were the fallen angel, he continued his assault of pleasure against you, as you started trying to pull your hips away nearing the peak of your pleasure, he kept himself flush with you, using his free hand to push your hip to the bed and keep you there. His eyes looking straight into yours before you slammed your eyes shut, your bliss overtaking you hard and fast, cum leaking out against his fingers as he slowed himself to keep working you through it but not to overstimulate you.

As you started to come down from your high, rampant panting leaving you as you tried to ground yourself again, you opened your eyes, needing a moment to readjust to the light before he obscured it, lifting himself up from his laying position and bringing his fingers to his lips, lapping and sucking your remains off them. He sighed in satisfaction as he looked down at you, "You ready my darling?" His aching hard length strained against his briefs, leaky spots of precum evident that he'd been enjoying himself as well. "yes" it was barely above a whisper, he moved to take off his underwear quickly, before he found himself between your legs again, his length into his hand as he pumped it a few times before he lined himself up with you. As he pushed against your entrance, the resistance was tight for a moment, he kissed your temple and started pushing into you, your walls sucking him into you further, both moaning in sync as he kept pushing his full length into you. It clicked in your brain as he bottomed out inside you, this was pure lust, the sickening fill of him inside of you, the kisses he peppered against your skin while he sat there for a moment, letting you adjust to his length as he sat so deep inside you.

Your throbbing walls gripping onto him, you really could make him lose it, he pulled away from kissing you, his hands resting against your hips as he starts to pull out, dragging that length back against the walls that tried to pull him in so lovingly. You reached up to him, trying to pull him down back to kiss you while he started thrusting into you with more intention, trying to find that spot he wanted to keep pushing against inside you. His speed increased and when you let out that guttural moan from deep within your throat he leaned down, letting his lips sloppily crash into yours as he kept driving inside you. His mouth lingered with the taste of you, remnants of his loving display of worship on you earlier, you pulled away from his kisses, struggling to catch your breath as he repeatedly hit that spot inside you. The choked-up moans that had progressively gotten louder as he continued, were music to his ears it was everything he wanted but he leaned into your ear, “ugh my baby doll, I love hearing all those noises I can draw from you, keep a little quieter for me, just for right now.” He continued to press kisses against you, sucking against the pressure point of your neck for a second, “I can be a bit greedy myself, I don't want anyone else to hear your sweetness. When I get you like this next, I'll have you as loud as you can be.”

“S-so hard…” you look at him, watery eyes pulling at those strings inside of him, turning your head to the side and pushing yourself more into his pillow, muffling your sounds a bit. You started to clench around him, struggling to hold yourself together as he continued his thrusts into you, each one so intentional and targeted to the spots that made you even louder. The grip your pussy started to have on him, the shallow pants as you started to move, everything in your body antsy as you neared your peak, you grip against the bed with one hand, putting your other hand against his chest and lightly pressing against it. He couldn’t help but stare at you, even with your head pushed into his pillow, you sounded as clear as day, those repeated moans and choked whimpers just made him start to push harder into you, steering you towards your orgasm.

Tears prickling your eyes, threatening to overflow as you shut your eyes, your face knitting together as you concentrated on this feeling, feeling one of his hands leave your hip and dip itself between your legs, the wetness providing sufficient lubricant as he started to rub on your clit. You brought your hand up to your own mouth, biting down on your thumb as you practically wailed out, your legs shook against him, trying to close and move away from him, “I’m right here baby.” He leaned into you again, pressing kisses against the side of your lips, trying to get you to kiss him again, you catch his drift and kissed him back, messy with passion as you felt that tight ball in your stomach erupt. It felt like a cold chill running down your body as you gave him your second orgasm of the night, it felt more intense than your last one, your slick making a mess against you both. He pulled back from your lips, letting you catch your breath that escaped you in this moment, his hips still moving slowly against you, your walls fluttering against him as you worked through the intensity of your bliss.

You opened your eyes again, reaching up to his face and letting your hand caress his cheek, tender and loving in your touch against him he couldn’t help but lean into it, you could tell in his gaze how much he was enjoying this, how much he loved being like this with you. The haze of lust in his eyes, the flush against his cheeks, ears, and chest was obvious just like the sweat that made you both slightly sticky, “can you handle another baby? want to show you how good I can make you feel.” His voice came out like he was pleading with you, begging you to let him indulge in your shared lust longer, “I-I can try…” you whisper, your voice felt like it was becoming strained from the noises you were letting out earlier, your throat starting to feel scratchy. His slowed thrusts started up again, if he thought you were gripping him before he was wrong, forcing his length through you as he started to feel your pulsing walls against him again. “So- damn perfect for me love” he groaned, trying to focus his own head as he started to lose himself against the pleasure building, the sickening squeeze he felt against his cock intoxicating.

He brought his thumb to his mouth, letting it swirl in his mouth before he pushed it down against your clit, your moans growing louder practically turning into whines as he worked you close to your peak so quickly, the sparks of your previous orgasm making you just that much closer to falling off the edge. “w—w-wait... wait…I can’t” you try to catch your breath as it feels like it’s being pushed out of you, a more unfamiliar feeling building in your stomach, your head feels fuzzy almost like a dizziness overtaking you. He continues to thrust into you, his own groans turning to more breathy and whiney moans, "Ooo~ Darling you're so perfect, mmm, so much better than I imagined" His thrusts were messy as he neared his peak, had your brain not been mush maybe you'd tease him for so openly admitting to imagining you in bed. He let his hand on your hip rub soothing circles into your skin as he kept his thrusts up, working you both closer to your finish, “you can do it for me, pretty baby.”

The vice grip of your teeth against your lip, your body practically slack with pleasure that you couldn’t fight back, the shock that ran through your body as you pushed through your overstimulation into your rapture. The squeal you let out as you came again, your pussy throbbing and gripping him felt overwhelming, your toes curling and you panted trying to catch your breath “mm, me too baby, I’m right with you.” His thrusts getting sloppy as he struggled against your walls, faltering as he started to come undone inside you, moving his hands back and letting his vice grip against your hips to keep pushing into you as he spills his ropes inside of you. His rigid body stilled onto yours for a moment before he lifted himself up quickly to let you breathe, hearing your ragged breaths and hoarse whimpers. He placed a gentle kiss against your cheek before he pulled out of you, he moves to lay next to you, catching his own breath.

When he lays down against the bed on his back you are quick to lay your head against his chest, draping your arm across him, “as much as I want to indulge in this feeling longer, let's get some rest. we have a festival to go to tomorrow, our first outing as more than friends." You giggle, pretending to be offended, starting to lift yourself up off his chest "Just more than friends after what we just did?" He gently pressed your shoulder down, making you lay back down against him. He moved your hair out of the way of your face, brushing it behind your ear before he pressed a kiss against your forehead, "I'll plan a few dates and more officially ask you to be mine." You can't help but smile at him, cuddling yourself into him, as close as you two could be, he ran his hand against your arm laid on him, "get some rest, there is so much to look forward to, like staying in a hotel near the festival tomorrow" the smirk on his lips, you could hear it as he finished his sentence. "Maybe tomorrow morning when we clean off together" you fire back, letting sleep start to overtake you as you close your eyes. "I can't wait" he mumbles, pressing a final kiss against your head and he sighs, I could do this forever.

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[the-devildoms-plaything]

Gluttony Shared | Beelzebub x Reader x Belphegor |

Summary: Beelzebub, your boyfriend, comes to you with a proposal, he wants to watch you with Belphegor. Little does he know his secret fantasy will turn into so much more for you three.

CW/TW:

Plot if you squint, spoilers for chapter 16, no pronouns mentioned, female anatomy and terms of endearment mentioned, reader wears lingerie and a skirt, established relationship with Beel, mentions of drool, spit and tears, tons of pet names, consensual voyeurism and masturbation, nipple and clit play, PIV, dirty talk, mean/degrading Belphegor, skin marking (hickeys and bite marks) from Belphegor, multiple orgasms, poly relationship, accidental voyeurism, anal fingering, DP, anal, threesome, sweet! Beelzebub, size kink, lovemaking

Word Count: 12k

AN: Trying out a different style with my writing from the other fics I've written. Going to work my hardest to have a couple more works out this month, the poll voted for Asmodeus next, and possibly some Halloween-themed works. Please let me know if I missed any necessary tags or if I need to fix any spelling or grammatical errors. Enjoy <3

I

You've been in The Devildom for a long while, you'd long past gotten over your grievances with the youngest brother and forgave all he'd done to you. However, it took a lot of strength and rebuilding your relationship from scratch. All the struggles that went along with the trauma from the events. The tears that wouldn’t stop pouring from your eyes, the fear and hatred you felt towards Belphegor lasted for a long time.

Beel had been your angel, comforting you when his brothers didn’t know what to do, struggling with their own experience of your death. He played your bodyguard if you didn’t feel safe, and was always there if his brother was around, no matter how much it hurt him to see the reaction to his brother’s presence. When you were comfortable enough, he had a large hand in playing the mediator between your interactions for a while, it gave you three a bond and relationship that was hard to explain. A relationship that was built from scratch after trauma, a different form of trust, kindness, and forgiveness between you three. You had all become best friends, close in a way that confused some, but it was a bond you would not trade for the world.

However, it was no surprise to anyone in the entire Devildom, when you eventually found yourself in a relationship with one of them, specifically, Beelzebub. A gentle giant, the sweetest demon you could ask for, a saving grace to you at your darkest time, and your doting lover. While it worried you that your committed relationship with Beelzebub would make things awkward when trying to hang out with Belphegor as you used to, you realized it had only strengthened your bond, to see everyone happy together.

Your time together was always fun and exciting, trying food stalls together while at festivals, watching the stars at a secluded picnic in the park, or going to the amusement park. A lot of the time spent together at home, sharing comfort together watching TV shows, movies, or playing games together, typically with snacks involved. You three were practically inseparable except for the time you had to be, being you must take a trip away to visit home or the celestial realm, you had to attend a meeting with Diavolo they couldn’t tag along to, or the few classes at RAD that you didn’t share with either of them.

II

You and Beel were lying on your bed, after sharing some intimate time together, you’d been together for a while, nearly a year already. As you lay against Beel's chest, he gently stroked your hair, careful not to be too rough or pull accidentally, you’d started to drift to sleep when his voice brought you back to him, “Baby, can I ask you something?” He spoke with clear hesitation, his voice still raspy from your earlier activities. “Of course.” When Beel spoke again, He laid out a proposition, he wanted to watch you with his brother. Your face twisted in confusion and shock as you started to sit up, turning to face him, words caught in the back of your throat as you looked at his face, embarrassed and bashful. Before you spoke you were hesitant, wondering if this was some weird test of faith in your relationship. "W-what are you talking about Beel..." He took your hands placing them on his face, looking deeply into your eyes, "I'm serious, I want to see you with Belphie. Just this one time, I want to try it out, I won't interact with you two at all. Just sit there and watch my two favorite people"

You shake your head in disbelief and let out the breath you were holding, “I’m so confused… you’re serious, but where did this come from?” You hang your head slightly, taking a moment to look at the bed below you before shutting your eyes and racking your brain for some answer. “To be honest with you, It’s just a fantasy of mine. But there are some other things involved as well.” Your eyes open as you gaze at his face again, nodding but unwilling to let your voice through yet. “Me and Bel are twins, we have that twin thing, where we can tell what each other is feeling, sometimes practically what each other is thinking. Ours is a little different, maybe like a stronger connection, we can kind of share feelings, thoughts, desires.” Beel studies your eyes before he continues to speak, “I didn’t want to say anything before because I didn’t want you to feel guilty or weird about it.” He lets out a sigh, “But he shares all the same feelings I do, even when we are having sex. He can tell... granted if he's awake.”

The bewildering expression that must have overtaken your face as you blinked repeatedly, your ears processed the information, but your head struggled to understand for a moment. The embarrassment overtook you next, “E-every time?” you practically shriek. You start to cover your face, when Beel sits up and pulls you close to him, running his hand on your back as you sit in a little ball. “You don’t have to worry about it too much, it’s just something I wanted to finally be transparent about. Nor do you have to worry about answering me right now, I know I just gave you a lot to think about. I will not be upset if you say no.” He continues to rub your back as a silence settles over the room. You sit there for a while, thinking as he continues to comfort you.

He leaves for a moment to go get some snacks and water for you both when he comes back in with a bag of chips hanging from his mouth and two glasses of water in his hands. You also notice that his baggy gym shorts pockets are stuffed to the brim with anything you could think of you can’t help but let out a breath from your nose and smile. As he takes his place next to you back on the bed, you speak up again, "Is that really okay Beel? He's your twin and I don't want to ruin the friendship we've all built because things got complicated." Beel places his hands onto your cheeks and raises your head to level your gaze at himself, “It will be fine, I promise. Just a one-time thing, Bel will take care of you. We have worked hard together, to form what we all have, something like this will not ruin anything.” He reassures you, kissing the top of your forehead, “He loves you just as much as I do, and I can tell he craves you just as much as I do too." You take a few minutes to weigh your options, he would never do anything to hurt you or your relationship with him or his brother, it was the entire world to him. "Okay Beel, just a one-time thing."

III

A few days later Beel and Belphie had been preoccupied practically all day, obviously up to something, it didn’t leave you lonely but instead missing their company. Later Levi came by your room and knocked, handed you a note, and left back to his room. The note read to meet us in the attic around 8pm tonight, the note was obviously written by Beel, the handwriting all too recognizably messy. It slightly confused you at first, wondering why he didn’t just send you a message or tell you over the phone and confused as to why Levi was the messenger. It filled you with a different kind of anxiety, with a twinge of anticipation. You didn’t know that it would all be arranged and planned, but this was obviously a huge deal for him. So, you decided to set your anxiety aside for the moment and start getting yourself ready for the night.

You went to your bathroom and took your shower, and when you stepped back into your room a small purple box with a little bow sat on your bed. Walking over to it, confused, you pull the ribbon and open the box, tissue paper covered whatever sat flat at the bottom. A note laid on top, the same paper that Beel had used earlier, see you soon, you grabbed the other note to compare, well it was not written by Beel, the elegant script vastly contrasted his messy handwriting. It was obviously Belphie’s, but you probably could have guessed that by the purple box and ribbon anyway, you placed the cards to the side together and opened the rest of the package, revealing a lacy pair of lingerie. You scoff but put it on, checking yourself in the mirror before you finished getting ready and heading up to the attic.

It felt strange, sitting in the attic alone, the bed was perfectly made and the entire attic smelt distinctly of Belphegor and the sweet perfume you'd chosen to adorn your skin tonight. It felt like you were rarely alone anymore so maybe that’s why today had felt so bizarre. Let alone it felt like a rarity to see the attic this tidy, typically a mess from your movie marathon sessions or Belphie’s hibernations when he wanted to get away. Your skirt, starting to feel like the wrong choice as you sat playing with the bottom hem of it in your nervousness. You had meant to bring your phone upstairs but completely spaced it off, leaving it in your bedroom as you rushed running out of time. You knew that time had to be somewhat close, but having nothing to distract you in this empty silent room, had your nerves and your body on fire, but you tried to stay semi-collected for your two favorite people.

Beelzebub entered first, followed closely behind by Belphegor. You tried to hide your anxiety, your heart pounding in your chest but they could both feel it radiating off you. They could sense it immanently, “Don't worry about anything else. We'll get to that later, for now, we are just going to spend some time together." Beel leaned in close and pressed a chaste kiss against your lips, Belphie taking a seat on the edge of the bed beside you, "We borrowed (stole) some games from Levi. Let's have some fun, just hang out like normal." You pause for a moment, thinking about when Levi delivered the note from Beel earlier, and couldn’t help but let out a laugh, “You two got Levi out of his room, and part of your plan just to steal some games, I think Belphie’s mischief is rubbing off on you Beel.” He blushes, scratching the back of his neck as he laughs, “Don’t blame this on me, it was his idea...” he acts as if you’d scolded him, you look over at Belphie who simply shrugs “He won’t even notice.” You nod and smile, “alright, you two promise not to cry too much when I win all the games.” You laugh, letting the anxiety roll off your body slowly as they set everything up around you. After it was all set up, Beel sat on the floor in front of you and Belphie, letting the two of you have the space on the bed. Unsure why he didn’t choose the couch they’d brought up to the attic ages ago so we could all hang out here comfortably.

You guys started to play devil cart together, all laughing and having a good time as usual. It was contagious the way you could feel the happiness radiating off the twins, it happened usually when they were together enjoying themselves. Banter flew in every direction from all three of you before you guys switched games over to Devil Party. Hours went by, switching games and just having a good time together, best friends, it just felt right to be here together enjoying yourselves. It was heartwarming to watch them together, they played off each other so well, and all the uneasy thoughts in the back of your mind were no longer present to ruin the moment you were living in.

You all continued to play, when you noticed Belphie turned to look at you instead of the illuminated television. You glanced over at him for a second before quickly turning back to bring your focus back to the game and avoid his obvious gaze causing your face and ears to grow hot in embarrassment. His eyes focused on your lips, you bit the bottom as you concentrated on the puzzle you were playing with his brother, only to purse your lips into a pout when you lost against the ticking time on the clock. His eyes flickered over your whole body before landing on your legs, usually not so available to his eyes, he pushed past his inner monologue and placed his hand on your mid-thigh. Running his hand over your soft plush thigh, if he let his hand still for long, he then started to let his thumb swirl instead. Your mind raced as his hand started up your thigh, unexpecting him to make a move while you guys were still gaming, but you take a deep breath and try to quell your nerves. You let your focus slip back to the game you all continued to play, the puzzle game you'd demanded you had to try again, you were determined you had to beat it or maybe it was your excuse as you prolonged the night. As time went on, he mindlessly started to slide his hand up further, when he got just to underneath your skirt he backed off, moving his hand back to its original place on your thigh. He now was focused on the game once again; however, you were getting less interested and more focused on his actions.

It had started to let that desire build up, the slow drip of lust only getting more apparent with more fleeting touches. That subtle build of want in your lower stomach starting to replace the butterflies there before. Beel put his controller down to stretch his arms and back, he’d noticed you’d stopped paying your full attention to the game a while ago, leaning back into your legs that were behind him, he looked up to see his brother’s hand gently stroking your thigh. Beel then stood up, lowering himself to give you a kiss on the top of your head, as he peaked down at his brother’s hand gripping your thigh once more before mumbling "I'm going to go get a snack, I'll be right back." A small nod at his twin before he descended the stairs from the attic.

As you both watched the ginger leave the attic and close the door behind him, Belphie once again couldn’t help but let his eyes linger on your face, shining in the light emitting from the small TV brought up here. Your nerves returned as you watched Beel leave, what if he was upset, you were startled out of your thoughts as you felt Belphegor shift on the bed, "I know you're still nervous." He mumbled, leaning in closer to you, sitting his head against your shoulder, and his hand back on your thigh. He pauses for a moment, retracting his hand and intertwining it with his other hand, twiddling with his thumbs, you realize he shares your nervousness. “I’m not sure you’d believe me; I am not the one who suggested this arrangement. Beel asked me about it and if I would be comfortable enough to do something like this.” He raised his head from your shoulder and his hands from the nervous ball and placed his hand on your cheek, pulling your eyes in his direction and letting you peer into his eyes, “It's no secret, I desire you. But I wanted to make sure there were no lingering questions or doubts. Are you still comfortable with this? I have no problem telling Beel I'm the one who backed out."

You let out a small breath before speaking, trying to collect your confidence and get your feelings in order, considering his words, "I am nervous." You start, leaning into his hand that rests on your cheek, his hands that were always cold started to warm up with your heat. "I am nervous that things might become weird after we’ve slept together. That everything we’ve built up will crumble away.” Belphie shook his head and held his free hand up towards your face, his pinky outstretched, and his fingers curled into his palm, “I promise nothing like that will happen.” You can’t help but laugh at his choice in promise, “I am willing to try.” Your pinkies curl around each other and shake. As you uncurl and disconnect your hands he pushes his fingers into your palm, sliding his hand up and interlocking his fingers in yours, holding your hand in his gently.

"Of course, Doll, please let me know, do you have any boundaries for this tonight? Is there anything that is absolutely off limits for you?" He asks candidly, you should probably be used to the blunt questions or comments, but they still surprise you. It also felt different to have a term of endearment fall from the lips of your boyfriend’s brother, not that it felt unnatural but unfamiliar. "I don’t. I just want us all to have a good time, Bel." He once again smiles at you, now, his eyes are cloudy with lust, a desperate glow and it makes you wonder if he's looked like this all night, and you’d failed to notice. Had Beel been the same? He shook his head slightly, "I will make sure we all have fun.” He brings the back of your hand to his mouth and presses a gentle kiss to it before letting it go, “Tonight, you're my focus and priority. I just want to make sure you know; I am different than my brother."

At the end of his sentence, he leaned in close pressing a tender kiss against your lips, testing the waters slightly. You accepted, kissing him back gently, his lips turning upwards as he couldn't help but smile into your kiss. His hand slid around your cheek into the nape of your neck, forcefully bringing you closer into the kiss. The kissing got less clumsy as you both started to get used to each other, his lips overlapping yours, a small lick at your bottom lip and your mouth opened for him almost instinctively, like you'd done this a million times before. His other hand started to pull you closer, grabbing your hip but you could feel the hesitation in his shaky grip, he swung your leg over his, sliding his hand under your ass to pull you onto his lap.

You heard the creek of footsteps coming back up the stairs, would it be weird that you started without Beel being here? Your brain started to overthink again, getting much sloppier and distracted from the kiss. Belphie peeked his eyes open to see his brother walking into the room again, closing and locking the door behind him. You impulsively started to pull away like a kid who was getting caught doing something wrong. Belphie followed through, giving you a deliberate bite to your lip "Hey, I'm right here sweet girl. He’s not going anywhere." He growled, before pressing his lips against yours again, passion felt too light of a word for the way Belphie was kissing you. Like he'd been dreaming of this day, your heart raced from his words, he wanted your full attention.

Beel had sat down on the couch, watching you two closely, it was a strange feeling to get used to. He leaned his arm against the arm of the couch, letting his chin prop on his hand, the intensity in which he stared was unmatched. Watching your flustered face as you kissed his twin, you are doing this for them both, he loves you both with all his heart. It did twinge at a nerve, his sin felt both satiated because he was able to watch his two favorite people indulge in each other and burning hot with desire to satiate his growing need in his pants.

Belphie pulled back from the kiss momentarily to look at your face, his eyes filled with a hunger you’d almost compared to another sin, his cocky smile as he looked at you almost made you want to wipe it off his face. He leaned into to your ear and gave it a bite, "can I take your top off? Doll." You turn your ear away from him, the sting catching you off guard and his saccharine voice teasing you with this newly chosen term of endearment, "Yes…" His hands travel up your ass from where they were resting, lifting your skirt and causing a flash of skin in the process, before finding their way under your top. Letting his hands linger on your skin for a second, he grabbed the bottom shirt hem and lifted it upwards, making sure to gently navigate it over your face and hair. The shirt was discarded onto the floor. His hands returned to grip your hips, not wanting to lose contact with your silky skin for a second.

The air he sucked in between his gritted teeth was audible, he hardly took time to soak in your appearance before his lips were glued to yours again. He opened his mouth wider and allowed for your tongues to caress carelessly. Drool collecting in the corner of your mouth, a mix of your collective saliva, and wet sounds audible and apparent in the silent room. You’re panting to catch your breath between the rough kisses only egging him on more, his heart felt like it was pounding outside of his chest, and he wondered if you could feel it in his hands as he moved his hands up and touched you. His hands met the skin of your waist, and running his cold fingertips up your naked skin left goosebumps and slight tickles. He focused on your exposed chest, completely enraptured in it before he heard you. "A-ah-" He took advantage of your gaping mouth to attack your lips again.  

Lips swollen with passionate kisses, lip bites, and tongues playing together. He allowed his fingers to linger along your skin, taking it all in before he started shifting one hand upwards, his other hand finding its spot gripping your waist to support you from his force. His fingers started to push over the bottom of your bra, headed towards your breast, your lacy purple bra doing nothing to stop those icy fingers from perking up your nipple. His hands cupping and groping what he could through your bra.

Beels was absolutely raging red, from his cheeks to his ears, down his neck. Watching you two together, was what he wanted, but it also felt so wrong to watch you two be so intimate and passionate. Eventually, the conflicting thoughts in his mind quieted down, and he could focus on something making the pit of his stomach blaze, he was able to watch you in a way he'd never gotten to observe before. Getting to observe all the small things that you did when you were turned on, how differently you acted with his brother. The watching got more intense on the details, how he handed you, how you were reacting to his movements, should he try that next time? His bulge in his pants grew, and he palmed at it through his sweats for a moment before deciding to hold on as long as he could before his hunger took over his rationale.

Belphie pulled away from your lips, rapidly moving to attack at your neck, licking, kissing, and nibbling. He let out a low growl, frustrated in fighting his darker feelings back, how badly he wanted to mark you up, to bite your soft flesh and be so rough with you. He could work up to it, and he wouldn't catch the backlash of having you marked up, it would be his brother. But you three would know exactly who did it. Maybe the release of guilt in his mind is what overpowered his will to hold back, or maybe it was the fact that this could be the only time he was able to indulge in you.

Inhaling your sweet perfume felt like an aphrodisiac, intoxicating in the way that makes you want to keep breathing it in, like it became his new air, and he'd die without it. His lips met your neck first, followed by his tongue then the faint scrape of his teeth as he inhaled your skin again. He suckled onto your neck and down your collarbone, leaving light marks and bites. A few soft sighs left you as he kept moving down your neck to your collarbone. Your mind started to get fuzzy before you felt the long stripe of Belphie's tongue through the lace of your bra. Your shaky breath trapped between your lips let go in an instant. Snapped from his thoughts, your hand grazed over his bulge, Belphie peeked up at your face, smirking before he started to continue. Your hand pulled Belphie towards you as you lowered your head down, desperately kissing him again. Your tongues pressed together and moved freely of your mouths for a moment. Letting Beel see exactly what was happening in the heat of the moment before he realized your eyes were fixated on him. The first time you had since he'd gotten back.

Beel's carnivorous eyes blew open for a second before he took his hand and pushed it up his face and into his hair, pushing it back as he sighed. His other hand rested impatiently on his crotch, holding his bulge trying to alleviate some of the throbbing need, he loved how you looked right now. Do you see how hard he is for you? How much he is holding himself back? Would he even be able to continue at this rate? His hands might find their way into his sweats before things even get past foreplay.

You ripped your eyes back to Belphie and greedily started palming at his hardened length through his pants. You moved your hand for a moment before you gripped it as best you could and started pumping it.  Your kiss continued sloppily before he pulled away with your bottom lip between his teeth. He let you continue for a little longer, letting a few pants out as his pleasure built slowly. He leaned into you pressing his head against your shoulder, "Shit…" He groaned, "Can we lose some clothes sweet thing?"

You nod in agreement, moving your hands to pull off his shirt. His hands lifted over his head just for the moment to take off his shirt and instantly crashed into your skin again as if he'd forget how it felt. His hands moved down and started to tug at the waistband of your skirt. His eyes asked you again for permission before he lifted you from his lap. You were now standing up while he stayed on the bed, he turned you, so your ass was facing Beel on the couch. He tugged the material off your body letting it sink slowly to the floor. He took a deep breath and looked at your full physique in front of him. You were still in your bra and panties, however, the gorgeous purple lace that adorned you left very little to the imagination. The beautiful jewel tone looked perfect on your skin; his color looked so right on you. He didn’t even want to take it off you, so he’ll leave it on a little longer. He took his hand and gave your ass a smack before he started trying to tug you onto his lap again. You moved your hands to cup his face and have him look up at you, you pout at him, and he scoffs. "Alright alright..." moving out of your grip for a moment, he stood up to take off his pants, leaving him in just his briefs.

"Is that better Baby? You’re so impatient," he smirks up at you, his cocky smile mixed with his hungry eyes made your stomach turn. As he sat back down on the bed, he pulled you onto his lap, closing the distance between you again, he pressed his lips back to your neck. Your thoughts stirred a bit with his words, Baby, it felt so natural to come off his lips in that condescending tone he used so often. It was a bit embarrassing, to think that his way with his words was getting to you, how his teasing was making you feel. The heat in your body radiating from you, you couldn't help but want more friction, you pushed yourself down flush to his bulge and moved your hips slightly. "Mmm... you want me to play with you more baby? You could ask me nicely." His teeth bit harshly into the side of your neck as his hands reached behind your back to unhook your bra. He placed multiple kisses and small licks over where he bit before he pulled away, sliding the bra up your stretched arms and completely discarding it to join your other clothes on the floor.

His hand moved to cup your breast, letting his thumb take a swipe over your perked nipple first. His teasing starting to work a little too well, wanting to take a little power back yourself you started to grind back down onto his bulge, his other hand moving quickly down to your hip, gripping and guiding you to continue. "Don't get too impatient, I want to play with you a little more first.” He says before latching himself onto your other breast not occupied by his hand. Suckling and nipping gently as he moves his tongue around your nipple, pulling delicately at the other. You leaned your head down watching him as he continued to give you this symphony of pleasure, bucking back into you as you ground down on him giving you just enough pressure onto your clit. Your shaky breaths turn into quiet moans and raspier breaths as he continues to tease and play with you.

Beel couldn’t take it anymore, he’d lost his fight against his gluttony, his carnal need for pleasure right now as he watched you two. His mind was dizzy, his own feelings of gluttony were only being amplified by his twin mirroring the same feeling. His hands pulled his sweats down just enough to release his cock, having no boxers to hold his length back from out of his reach. The precum on his tip gave him a satisfying slick as he pulled his hand down and pumped it a couple times. The shaky breath escaped his mouth as he pushed his head back into the couch. His eyes only left your bodies momentarily while he tried to collect what little self-control he had left. 

Belphie didn’t have to turn to Beel to know what he was doing, how he was feeling, he was reaching his limit as well, he pulled himself away from the hickey he sucked into your chest and looked up at you, your face scrunched and concentrated on grinding back into him while holding yourself back. He grabs your face roughly by the chin and cheek and forces your eyes to look at your boyfriend struggling on the couch, leaning up to your ear his husky voice spoke barely above a whisper, “look baby. Look what you do to us…”

You can’t help but look at your ginger-haired boyfriend struggling to keep it together, head hung back as he lazily pumped himself trying to keep himself satisfied enough to hold out. “Belphie...” you whine as he keeps your head turned, his other hand snaking down to your panties and running his thumb across your pussy. “What is it... you can’t wait anymore?” He remarks, his tone is so condescending, judgmental, it heats your face and sends a chill straight down to your core. You shake your head, your words failing you as your eyes focus on Beel on the couch, a sharp bite at your earlobe this time, followed by the trailing of his hot wet tongue to ease the sting, "You can be a big girl and use your words for me, right? Let your sweet boyfriend hear you too."

Your face turned hot once more, but much less in pleasure and lust, and now in flabbergast at the way he was talking to you, your voice caught in your throat as you tried to speak. "Please Belphie..." You almost whisper. The taunting laugh that seeped into your ears was intoxicatingly humiliating, Belphie leaned back away from you, his back now on the bed while he looked up at you, "What was that pretty thing?" You looked down at him, his tauntingly smug expression made you close your eyes and build your courage up again. "Please fuck me Belphegor" you spoke loudly, false confidence luckily unwavering, or hopefully at least enough for him to indulge your wishes. You couldn’t mistake the smug smile he presented you before he had you flipped over underneath him, pinned to the bed. This new position gives you a different look at his expression, but you also notice the red on his ears and the flush on his cheeks, maybe your proclamation had hit his heart or perhaps the use of his full name caught him off guard. His hands maneuvered your wrists so they could be held by one hand, bound to the bed, calming down his beating heart just enough to take back control, "How could I refuse such a desperate plea?" He moved to pull his briefs down, letting them slip down his legs before he got onto the bed fully with you.

Beel was hungrily pumping his cock, so lost in the feeling as your words fell onto his ears. His dick jumped in his hand, maybe he could just cum a couple times instead of holding out. His thumb rubbing into his leaky slit and bringing it down felt so enjoyable, the bite on his lip was bruising as he tried to keep to himself.

You flicked your eyes downwards to see his length, before you looked back up at his face, his eyes passionate and focused on nothing but you in this moment. Nerves once again started to bubble up your throat as this continued, you guys were really going to do this. His hand slid excruciatingly up your leg as he moved to take off your panties, sliding them down your legs and tossing them across the room. A thick swallow of nerves ran down your throat, as you turned your head to look at Beelzebub. As your eyes met, his gaze might have been more intense than Belphie's, the look in his eyes was passionate, unmistakably indulgent. You quickly turned your head back to Belphie, squeezing your eyes shut trying to collect yourself, before his touch brought your eyes back to him once more. He allowed his thumb to quickly slip up your wetness to your clit. "I would've loved to taste this pretty pussy if it wasn't so impatient."

You whine at him, his thumb lazily rubbing a small circle into your clit, your pussy felt like it was throbbing in need as he continued to tease you. You hoped that him telling you to beg for him would stop this teasing, but to no avail you languish and try again. "Bel..p-please.." You push out with a strangled moan you've been trying to hold back. Belphie leans closer to you, "Mmm...I like that, let me hear it again." His concentric circles enclosed now into a back-and-forth motion, a little more pressure now, you can't help but let out your moans as he keeps tormenting you. Your mind is getting fuzzy and all you want to do is feel him inside of you, "please. please, please bel... please fuck me." You whine. You shut your eyes tight, focusing on that hot feeling that's starting to build in your gut as he continues to play with your clit. Your face contorts in frustration as he pulls away from you, just as you start trying to see what he's doing you feel his cock tip sliding down from your clit to your entrance. Your breath hitches as you start to feel him pushing into you, the throb of your walls finally clenching around his length as he pushes into you. "A-ah fuck" He moaned, slowly pushing in more as he forced his entire length into you, gripping your hip tightly as he stilled for a moment to collect himself.

Your voice sounded ethereal, so desperately in need it almost made him feel sorry for you. He caught himself drooling as your moans started escaping your lips, begging and struggling as his brother started to fuck you. Beel cums for the first time as Belphie enters you, all of your sweet moaning and begging sent him over the edge. He takes a break for a moment, his bangs sticking to his forehead, drenched in sweat, head splayed back on the couch as he grunts and breaths heavily trying to catch his breath and calm himself. His hard cock still throbbing with a raging ache, his eyes focus back onto the fervent display in front of him.

Belphie pulled out slowly, loving the feeling as he dragged against your walls just for you to pull him back in. The sweet sounds escaped your lips as you moaned with each deep stroke he was giving you. Slow and deep, steadily was the pace he set right now. He had to keep himself collected, his heart felt like exploding. While enjoying the sickening pull and throb of your pussy, he fought his deep burning impulse to keep playing with you, teasing you again until he can hear those sweet shaky moans as you cry for him to stop, push you to your euphoria and continue you onto your next one, all at his whim. Maybe he didn’t need to hold himself back, you’d enjoyed everything was doing until now, so why stop. If this was his one chance to do this with you, to give you all the painful hot desire, the love, and affection he holds back for you to be happy with his brother, he wanted to make it unforgettable.

He let your hands go from their prison and reached down once again, pushing his dexterous pointer finger back against your clit, letting his slow circles resume like earlier. You hum in pleasure as he firmly keeps his pace both on your clit and in his drive into you. During this time, Belphie couldn’t stand to look at your face, contorted in pure unadulterated bliss, he focused on your bouncing breasts, the place your bodies connected, watching your sweet nectar drip onto the bedsheets below. Your moans started to become louder, a swift curse released under your breath reached his ears, “I thought we talked about you using your voice. Let me hear everything baby girl.” He decided to add a different sensation as he began to more roughly manipulate your clit more, his middle finger to the mix, flicking up and down and pinching and lightly rolling his fingers.

Satisfied with his teasing for the moment, he started adding some pace to his thrusts, the wet skin slapping noises only getting louder as he increased his speed, your soppy walls helping him move freely. He shifted slightly so he could grab your hip with his free hand and continue his ruthless thrusting as you squirmed underneath him, his fingers getting far less graceful in their movement but continuing their constant contact. As he closed his eyes trying to keep his composure, all he could focus on was your repeated moans, the shallow pants as you tried to keep control of your breathing, and the choked whimpers you continued to hold back from him.

When his eyes opened again, he forced his eyes upwards towards your face. That pretty face, those eyes that looked directly back into his; your bliss-filled face as you shared those noises with him. Leaning over you his sweat started to drip from his forehead down to you, “fuck” he couldn't take his eyes off you now. He started to move faster, pounding into you as your legs wrapped around his back and your nails started assaulting his back. He wanted to see what kind of expression you'd make when he was rougher with you, did you like it more? Was he going to push you to the edge like you were doing to him?

He felt your pussy throbbing against his length as he kept pounding into you, he could feel your walls convulsing around his length refusing to let him go. He gritted his teeth and kept pushing through at the same pace trying to see your face distorted in ultimate pleasure. Looking absolutely fucked out as tears pricked your eyes, that glossy look before you squeezed your eyes shut. You started to move your hand upwards, turning your hand to cover your mouth worried about being too loud. Belphie releases one of his hands from your hips to pin your bicep to the bed and stop you, “Don’t make me tell you again.” His voice was stern, deep, and husky as he stared down at you in determination. Your body jolted as you arched your back and finally that burning hot feeling in your belly turned to cold shock and you erupt in bliss. Your juices overflow onto the bed, making a mess underneath you and him, your slick covering his length as he slowed his thrusts to give you a moment to come down but continued to push you through your bliss.

Beel pumping fist worked him through his second orgasm, his momentum faltering as his sensitivity started to take hold. He choked back his hiss. He didn’t know that Belphie was so domineering, but you were absolutely starstruck with him, maybe he fed into a more sinful side of yourself. He wanted so badly to grip your body right now, to feel you against himself and to watch you come undone up close. His predatory craving of you, he actively fought it back so that you two could do this. He asked for this and he’s the one to promise not to be involved. Instead, he’ll keep his piercing gaze focused on you and all those reactions Belphie was drawing from you.

Once you regain your breath, he starts his shallow strokes again, placing kisses on your forehead and your cheeks then down your neck and collarbone. "W-wait. Give me a moment..." You whine, your pussy fluttering with slight overstimulation as continued to gently thrust again. He sucked into your neck leaving a hickey trailed by small licks and kisses to soothe the ache that followed them, moving on to the next, leaving a small trail to the one he had left earlier. As he pulled away for the last time, you reached up to him, grabbing his face and pulling down to make it easier for you to passionately kiss him. The first time you two had shared a kiss since earlier, steamy, and intense as your tongues danced together. When he pulled away for a moment a string of saliva connected you two.

He leaned his forehead against yours, panting as he continued his thrusts into your fluttering walls, you started quietly moaning into him again, slowly working past the feeling of overstimulation back into pleasure. His slowed thrusts continued as he started to hear your moans in his ears again. He started to pick up his pace again, pulling away from you to look down at your body and admire his work. “S-so perfect baby.” He practically whines as he starts to build up his speed again slowly, letting you get used to his pace only for him to increase it soon after. He grabs your leg and pushes it backwards, having a grip on your thigh right under your knee he shoves your leg to your chest. This newfound angle has you pushing your head back into the mattress as you let out a throaty groan. His length was reaching even further into you with this newfound angle, letting him repeatedly hit that perfect spot inside of you.

Feeling your walls tightening around him again, and your moans turning to mewls and whines, "Let me give you another one" His words go straight to your head, as he started pushing his length back into you, increasing his pace as you feel that sickening build up in your lower stomach again. He kept your leg pushed back harshly as his pace and strength never faltered. You tried to put your hand on his chest and push him away slightly,” w—w-wait... wait… Bel… fu-uck…” the corner of your eyes pricking with tears, as your legs started to shake again, that burning build inside of your lower tummy. He gently pressed down on your stomach as he kept going, hitting that spot inside of you that was making your vision go blurry and black. He was spurred on by your noises, the way your walls sucked his length in and throbbed against him like a heartbeat. “we’ll do it together.” He whined into your ear, his deep voice husky and strained.

“Together” you echo back to him, your release building quickly as you feel him start to falter in his thrusting, his groans breathy and choked as he pushes past his limit, waiting for you to fall apart with him. Your bliss ripped through you quickly, almost so fast you weren’t prepared for it, your toes curl in delight as his teeth harshly bite into your shoulder, his own euphoria crashing through him as his thick ropes released inside of you. Your mind was so empty, an almost dizzying feeling took over you as you panted trying to catch your breath. His rigid body stilled onto yours for a moment before he lifted himself up quickly to let you breathe. He placed a final kiss against your lips before he got off you, pulling out and having your shared mess slowly leak onto the bed.

“As much as I could lay down and sleep right this second. Come on, let’s clean up.” He smiles, holding his hand out to you. Beel stands up from the couch, pulling his sweats back up his legs, hardly hiding the mess he made, he walks over to the bed, sits on the edge he kisses the top of your head. “Do you need me to carry you princess?” His voice so gravely but retained his sweetness, you smile at him, glad to hear his voice and feel his love radiating. “Please” you mumble, your throat just as tired as your body, he picks you up off the side of the bed, carrying you princess-style to the bathroom where you three clean up.

They take care of you, Beel washed you and himself in the bathtub as Belphie cleaned up in the shower. You and Beel sat in the tub for a bit after you were both clean, allowing the hot water to relax your sore body. You sat against Beel, your eyes following Belphie as he got out of the shower, he lazily grabbed a towel to dry his body and his dripping hair before carelessly wrapping it around his waist. Your eyes followed as he left the bathroom, closing the door quickly behind him as he left. Belphie took his leave before you and Beel were done in the bathroom, a quiet anxiety sinking into you again.

Beel looks into your eyes and shakes his head, “thank you for doing this.” He places a kiss onto the back of your head, as you lean your back against his chest. He runs his hands up and down your arms, trying to give you comfort and reassurance, “I love you.” You smile and turn to look at him, “I love you too.” His hands lift your chin, so you look up at him, he places a kiss against your lips, deliberately slow and sweet, he lets out a pleased hum and pulls away from you. “Let’s get out baby girl.” You shift to the other side of the tub, allowing your boyfriend to stand. He steps out and grabs a towel, holding it out to you first before he grabs his own. You two dry off, leaving with your towel wrapped around your body.

You can’t help but let out a small laugh as you walk back into the room, you see new bedding on the bed, with a sleeping Belphegor atop. He didn’t even make it under the covers, he laid on top with just a pair of briefs, Beel let out a laugh as well, you both headed over to the bed, Belphie had also grabbed some clothes for everyone since he showered quickly. You dropped your towel and slid on your new underwear, a soft shirt, one you hadn’t seen before, which you assumed might’ve been Belphie’s by the smell of his cologne. You turned to see Beel in some new boxers, opting to not wear the basketball shorts Belphie had grabbed for him, he let you into the bed first, allowing you to sleep next to Belphie while he was on your other side. You laid on his chest, your back against Belphegor, “We’ll talk some more about this sort of arrangement tomorrow. Rest now love.” His words came out in a hushed whisper, despite knowing his brother would not wake easily, Beel kisses your forehead as he drapes his arm over you, nuzzling you into his chest.

VI

After that night, when you three awoke from your cuddle session, you three had an in-depth conversation, one about Belphegor’s own wants and desires towards you. A conversation about Beelzebub’s love and relationship with you. Finishing, with a conversation about you, all your thoughts, desires, your relationship with the brothers, and their feelings. You’d all come to the agreement that you were in a relationship with both, they shared you and your time equally. Belphegor was ecstatic about finally being able to love you freely without concern for complicated feelings.

Honestly, very little had to change from your relationship to begin with, however now, you were also officially in a relationship with Belphegor. You three kept this from the brothers, just to keep things simple, in their eyes nothing changed, your relationship with the twins was still confusing to begin with so easier to not complicate things further. As most new relationships go, this brought a different spark into your lives. You were free to be intimately involved with either of them or indulge in other sexual fantasies together as you all pleased.

V

Naturally, you and Belphegor were glued to each other for a while. He wanted to give you everything he’d been holding in until now. You were together a lot, you’d spend some extra free time with him, and naturally, you two were exploring your relationship to the fullest. On days where you had spent with Beelzebub, Belphie was there to relax and cuddle with you three afterwards. There was also a time when Belphie took the spot of Beelzebub on your first night together, watching you two being intimate together. It didn’t scratch the itch as much as it did for Beelzebub, who had requested you three do this arrangement a few more times since the original.

This time, it was unintentional when Beel walked in on the two of you, he might’ve known that you two were up to something. He wasn’t expecting to walk in on you face down ass up in their room, usually when you two were intimate together it was in the attic or somewhere else. His face flushed even more as he watched Belphegor’s fingers toying with your ass, and you were absolutely loving it. You would’ve turned towards the door when you heard it open, but he highly doubted you could even tell over the noise you were making. His cock standing at attention, he was frozen watching you come undone for Belphegor. He walked past the two of you towards the bathroom where he was headed originally, wanting to take a shower after his workout.

Beel finished his shower quickly, coming out to you sitting on the side of the bed as Belphie took a snooze at your side. “S-sorry Beel, I didn’t know you were home yet. I know we don’t usually do it in here, we won’t do it again- “He lifts his hand to your cheek and stops you from talking. “I don’t mind.” You can’t help but blush thinking about what he had walked in on earlier, something you two had not explored but his brother so willingly indulged. “My love, I have a proposition...” You mumbled before he leaned in to press a kiss against your lips. Hungry and confident, his hand on your cheek pulled you in flush to his lips and his hand gripped at his towel wrapped across his hips. He pulls away from your lips, allowing you to continue, “Would you be comfortable if we did it together?”

VI

The arrangement didn’t take long to come about, it was something they were quick and willing to indulge you in. It started small, they would take turns on you. Beelzebub would hold you against his chest, playing with your breasts and telling you how good you were for them while his brother thrusts his length into you. Belphie would passionately kiss you and rub your clit while Beelzebub stretched you onto his length, letting you go dizzy with pleasure as they both gave you their undivided attention. To get you more used to having pleasure with both of them, one of them would start by having you sit on their face, while you sucked the other off. They’d often take turns, but it was obvious that the brothers had preferences as to who was who in most scenarios. These sessions eventually lead to the next step of progress. You would take one of them while the other fucked your mouth, receiving pleasure and fulfillment from both ends.

VII

Comfortable in these arrangements, you don’t press for more, unsure if you’re willing to go that far. Until it’s brought up as a possibility by Belphegor. You were between the two brothers; you were all enjoying some lazy cuddles up in the attic after a long day. Belphegor laid flush to your back as you laid on Beelzebub’s chest, you turned back to look at Belphie expecting him to be asleep when he whispered to you, “My sweet, please let us indulge in you. But I want it to be a bit different than before. Let me play with my favorite little hole. Maybe Beel will play with your needy pussy too.” You flush red, realizing how tight their grips are on you. “T-together?” You ask, nerves wrecking your body with anxiety about how this would work. He bites your ear and Beelzebub leans into you as well, “together.”

It didn’t take long before their hands were all over you, Belphie still against your back, but Beelzebub was now facing you. Belphegor’s fingers were rubbing against the warmth of your underwear while Beel had fully lifted your shirt and exposed your breasts. His warm soft lips encapsulating one of your nipples and his rough fingers pulled on the other nipple, giving you a mix of sensations that only pushed you further into Belphie’s grasp. His fingers slipping your panties to the side once he’s decided he’d teased you enough, letting his fingers dip into your wetness before he lifted one back up, using your slick as lubricant against your clit. Your moans were uncontrollable already, you’d think that you would have gotten used to the way that they both wreck your body in pleasure, but you could never.

Belphie stroked at your clit with his thumb as his fingers scissored inside of you, right against that soft spot inside your pussy. Beelzebub whined, starting to get impatient with kissing and playing with your breasts as his thick, heavy cock brushed against your soft body. He moved away from you for a moment, your body missing his heat against you, Belphie bit into your neck as you watched Beelzebub undress, your moans only spurring them both on. Beelzebub leaned back onto the bed, making a noticeable shift in the mattress, he moved down to start taking off your panties, you lifted your legs trying to help him get them off. As they slid down your legs, he watched as Belphie’s fingers made a mess of you, your dribbling pussy leaking onto your legs. He bit his lip watching his fingers work you apart, his hunger overtaking him quickly, but he fought off the urge to lap at you.

“You’re so wet baby. Can you take it now?” He growls at you, his fist making small pumps at his length while he watches your face now, contorted in pleasure as Belphie had worked you towards your ecstasy. “P-Please..” You choke up, Belphie places a kiss against your cheek as he pulls his fingers out of you and away from your clit. “Be a good girl, I’ll be right back.” He says directly into your ear before you feel his weight shift off the bed. Beelzebub takes little time to close the gap between you two his eager longing to be inside of you burning in his stomach. He grabs your legs, shifting you towards the middle and spreading your legs wide for him. He takes his cock in his hand, running it along your wetness and nudging it against your clit a few times, he slips it back down and starts to make an assault against your hole. It took quite the effort to get his thick head into your tightness, giving you shallow thrusts as his size bullied its way in.

Beel leaned down to kiss you as he slowly kept pushing inside, as he bottomed out you pulled away to take a deep breath. You closed your eyes for a moment, taking in just how full you felt right now. Your anxiety pushed to the furthest part of your mind when he started to drag himself along your walls with his slow thrusts. Your soft breathy moans straight into his ear as he kept himself leaned into you, he pulled up, studying your face as he started to steadily thrust into you, watching the pleasure building. The eye-contact making you shudder against him, whining as he keeps such a starved gaze on you while he kept pushing his thick length into you.

Belphie had discarded his clothes on the floor, grabbing some lube from the nightstand, he allowed Beel to be fully inside of you and comfortable before he even got back onto the bed. He was rather enjoying watching you struggle already, but he knew this night was far from over. Belphie climbed back onto the bed, lube sat onto the bed beside him. As Beel watched Belphie get onto the bed, he slipped out of you, the whine you let out as Beel slipped himself out, losing that sickening stretch and build in your stomach. “It’s okay baby” Beel leans down, placing a kiss onto your temple before he uses his strength, turning you onto your side, then joining you on his side. Grabbing his length, he ran himself along your slit again, before that stretch you were both so greedy for returned to your pussy. You were both facing each other on your sides, your back turned towards Belphie, exactly how you three were cuddling earlier. 

You were lost in Beelzebub right now, so you hardly noticed him opening the bottle and pumping some lube onto his fingers. Belphie shifted to lay behind you once again, he leaned into your ear, "I'm gonna work this pretty little hole open, Doll" His voice was deep and made you shudder against Beel who was still rutting into you slowly, trying to give you some time as Belphegor started his attention on you. The cold slick met your rim, the sensation made you jolt slightly despite knowing it was coming. He rubbed the perimeter before he slowly started pushing forward with his long fingers. He was slow, pushing past the tight ring at a leisurely pace, trying to acclimate you to the stretch as he pushed the entire length of his finger into you. Beel let out a throaty groan as you squeezed onto him, he gripped your hip tightly. "Nice and easy" Belphie’s voice returned to your ear, his finger retracting before pushing into you again. His leisurely pace mixed with Beels shallow thrusts; it was driving you mad. You shake slightly, trying to calm yourself down, you'd barely started. You leaned forward to lean into Beel, kissing him hungrily, your tongue stroking at his lips for him to open. The moans that escaped through the kiss were going straight to Beel’s dick, he began to trust at a more normal pace, long deep strokes, and Belphie took this as his signal to continue. He gripped your waist with his free hand, letting his harsh grip momentarily distract you before sliding another slicked finger into your hole.

You pulled away from Beel quickly, saliva stringing from your lips still when you let out a guttural moan. As Belphie started to thrust his fingers along with Beelzebub inside of you, your lower stomach was on fire, a coil deep inside you wound tight and ready to combust. That familiar sickening throb and tightening grip told Beelzebub all he needed to know. He began thrusting a bit harder, trying to push you over your edge, Belphie leaned into your ear again as he noticed, "So close already? But I should've known, my little slut loves me in her ass." Your legs shake, Belphie’s words pushing you closer to the edge as he starts matching Beel’s thrusts, quickening your pleasure and steering you ever closer to your finish. Your moans turn to whines and mewls as you stumble over the edge, falling apart at their mercy. Beel kept fucking you through it, letting his thick cock pound into your fluttering walls, your slick only causing his movements to become easier. He slows slightly as your breath gets ragged and you start trying to pull away from him, "stay right here with me, princess."

Belphie places kisses from your neck to your shoulder and to the top of your back. His hand on your waist rubbing it gently as he slowed his thrusting fingers before pulling them out. He let you catch your breath for a moment, not wanting to overstimulate you too soon. Beel kept you occupied with his kisses, his hand moved from your hips to gripping your breast's, rolling your nipples in his fingers and pulling them. He reapplied some lube to his fingers before rubbing your ass again, letting his two fingers slip in again, rubbing them along the inside, he moved his fingers to curl around until he found that spot that made you jolt between them. The groans that he pressed into your skin as he kissed your neck, letting his teeth and tongue graze your pulse. He scissored his fingers inside of you, trying to get you a little more lubed before he pulled his fingers out again. A shudder through your entire body, Beel leaned to kiss you again, his starved lips devouring your lips and tongue in a passionate kiss.

Belphie pumped more liquid onto his hand, this time he spread it against his cock, groaning softly as he pumped it up and down a few times. The excess lube was once again applied to your asshole before he lined himself up, letting his head push against your tight muscles. "Breathe Babe" He commanded, you pulled away from Beels hungry kiss and gripped his shoulders. Beel continued his kisses along your cheeks, trying to give you some comfort or maybe to quell his own gluttonous needs as he kept himself still inside you. His head pushed fully into you; he was slow to let you adjust to the stretch before pushing anymore length into you. His hands had a vice grip against your hips as he pulled your ass down onto him for a brief moment, getting you over the thickness of his cock. The groan that left him as you took more of himself was hoarse, feeling your walls fluttering around him as he proceeded into you. Beel felt you throbbing against his length, the combination was dizzying as you practically cock warmed him, your grip onto his shoulders tight as Belphie kept pushing. He leans down to press a kiss on your head, his hand reaching to stop the tear that built up on the side of your eye. "You're so perfect baby girl." His beaming smile brought your focus back to him and away from the slight sting in your backside. Belphie pushed himself fully into you, "f-fucking shit..." he mumbles into your back.

Beel licks his lips, looking at you stretched onto them both, "Does it feel good princess?" He asks, peppering more kisses onto your face. Your mind was absolutely empty, the fullness you felt right now was unparalleled to anything you'd felt before. You might split in half before they even start moving, the choked whine that left your throat told him the answer. Belphie leaned up closer to your face, letting his groan out right into your ear as you clenched down onto them both. You turn towards Belphie, he quickly takes the opportunity to capture your lips. Needy and desperate would be the best way to describe this kiss. Your neck straining to reach him but you needed to keep yourself busy to keep from going insane. Beel took this distraction as an opportunity to suck onto your skin, the skin you so openly offered him as your neck strained to his brother. His attack predatory against you, the force as he marked against your drumming pulse. You groaned into the kiss with Belphie, now giving him sloppy opened mouth kisses as Beel trailed his kisses from your neck to your chest.

Belphie pulled away from your kiss, “Ready?” his voice husky as he tries to regain control of himself, he gave you a shallow thrust to get you ready for his movement. You whined, "f-fuck." He smirked, letting his length glide against your tight walls as he started to thrust into you. The sensation had your pussy quivering against Beelzebub's length, "shit, you are gonna be the death of me baby." Beel groaned, losing his strength to hold himself back while your pussy keeps taunting him. He began to move again; their friction together would drive you mad. As one pulled out the other pushed in, it felt as though they were rubbing the perfect spot together, your whines became breathier and more choked out as you tried to hold it together. "Those pretty noises just for us, huh?" Belphie taunts, knowing you're struggling to hold yourself together.

Beel grabbed your face, pressing his swollen lips against yours again, letting his tongue lick a stripe against your lips, as you opened your mouth to let him in, he pulled away, “Squeezing me so tight baby, you know it’s my weakness.” His accelerated plunging into you showed his own build of desire, the abrupt change in page had you shuddering against him, legs starting to spasm as you tried to fight back the pressure in your gut. "Cum again, pretty baby. I can feel how bad you want to." Beel groaned into your chest, that burning hunger in his eyes staring straight at where you two connected, watching his cock glisten with your nectar before it would thrust back into you.

Beel grabbed your leg as it tried to curl over his hip, capturing it in his meaty hands and holding it outwards from your body, his hand sat in your knee ditch as the new angle allowed them both different force and friction into you. You struggle against him as you start to unravel around them, your voice choked and caught in your throat as they continue the sinful drive in and out of your body. You turned your neck just enough to have Belphie capture your lips once again, the passionate kiss that ensued felt so depraved, like you kissed him to maintain some sort of sanity in this situation. It only egged him on further, he continued to thrust rigorously. Belphie snaked his hand towards your clit in your new position, letting his thumb draw languid circles into it. You quickly pulled away from the kiss in shock, your words escaped you, your head felt dizzy, your nerves were on fire already, now set ablaze as Belphie pushed you towards another climax.

“Let go, Pretty girl.” Belphie’s words were the last thing you heard before you struggled against them as the pressure overflowed from you, crashing down like a tsunami, your strangled cry was followed by heavy panting. Like electricity had shocked through your body, you worked through your rapture, abruptly tensing your muscles as you stiffened. Your eyes shut quickly, trying to ground yourself from the dizzying overwhelming feelings. Beel was completely lost in you, the grip on his length was sickening, the bulge he was making in your tummy going straight to his head, his bruising thrusts getting less steady as he started to falter. “Mmhm, take it all for me sweet thing.” Beel lost in his own gluttony as he spills into you. Belphie wasn’t close behind, biting into your shoulder as he crashed into you as well, stopping his deft fingers against you as he worked through his bliss. The three of you untangled slowly, the twins working hard to make sure you were alright as you lay there with them. Your sweaty body leaked their slip from your holes, and you struggled trying to push yourself up onto your elbows, they watched you intently eyes flipping from your body to your face. “let’s clean up and cuddle.” Belphie breaks the silence, you can’t help but nod and smile, lifting your arms up to be carried. Beel leans down, letting your arms wrap around his neck, he gently picks you up, walking you to the bathroom and Belphie trailed behind.

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[the-devildoms-plaything]

Halloween Party - Mammon x F! Reader

Summary: You and Mammon had discussed the possibility of a CNC kidnapping scene together. What better occasion than at a crowded Halloween party where no one knows each other in their costumes. How will your night go?

CW/TW:

consenting non-consent (cnc). costumes and masks. d/s dynamics. restraints. blindfolding. use of drugs and alcohol. kidnapping/abduction. jealousy and possessive behavior. mean dom! mammon. pet names. use of the word slut and slut shaming. slight stalking/ yandere tones. spanking. hair pulling. slight fluffy ending. no specific pronouns were used, but female anatomy mentioned. reader wears a skirt and lingerie.

Word Count: 4.1k

AN: I'm definitely late, but I've been working on my prompts promise! The others will probably get pushed further into November but might be earlier since I have good progress. Please let me know if I missed any necessary tags or if there are spelling or grammatical errors I need to fix. Enjoy <3

Kinktober Masterlist

The Halloween party in the fall was absolutely insane, so packed that people were practically body to body to accommodate all the demons, incubi, and succubi around. Fun flashing lights, blaring music, and so many intricate and creative costumes. It was kind of overwhelming, but this is where you guys agreed to meet. The two of you had planned this meticulously just to make sure nothing would happen that wasn't discussed rules-wise.

You’d arrived with Asmodeus and Satan, and you’d gotten there fashionably late, but the place just got more and more filled by the minute, it was almost claustrophobic. Asmo was here to keep you company for a bit until he found a more interesting thing to get up to, while Satan found his own company to hang out with and you didn't mind. Your nerves were taking over you when you asked Asmodeus to stay a little longer with you, he was more than happy to hang out with you until you two went your separate ways or you were comfortable enough to part from him. Honestly, it helped quell your anxiety by having someone you could reliably hang out with in the huge crowd of people.

Your boyfriend, Mammon, would be more than fashionably late; you knew he wouldn't leave you waiting too late into the night, but you were also just growing more and more nervous with the passing minutes. The logical part of your brain knew that he was probably simply reviewing the plan over and over to make sure everything went right, he didn't want to mess up this fantasy with some silly mistake, make you uncomfortable, or push your boundaries accidentally. He made sure the detailed costume he told you he was going to wear was exactly how he described it would be that way you knew that it was him and not someone random trying to hit on you and take you away.

"You seem really tense.” Asmo leaned into your space to talk over the blaring music, his proximity, and his words snapped you out of your own little anxiety-filled world. “Do you want to take the nerve off? I have some a couple blunts on me; I could spare one for my favorite human.” You looked at the drink in your hand and contemplated it for a minute before you looked back up at him, “why not.” The insanity of the party was mellowing out for you as you took a hit off the blunt getting passed between you and Asmo.

“I can also feel my sin pouring off of you sweetie." Asmo couldn't help but tease, he was a great friend, one of your closest friends but this was something you hadn't mentioned to him, your plans with Mammon tonight. "It's more crowded than I expected, it's making me nervous" you sigh, "don't worry even my silly brother could find you like you were the last grim in the world. But what did you animals have planned tonight, I can read you like a book." you shake your head slightly before cracking a smile, of course, he would figure it out quickly, "I suggested we do little strangers roleplay, it seemed like an easy holiday to do it." You weren't lying exactly but hoping half-truths would allow things to be less awkward than an admission of your secret kinks, not that Asmo of all people would judge you but he could hear about it when you tell him later once everything had gone according to plan.

You probably knew better than to be mixing substances but said fuck it to take the edge off, you only go out occasionally and you've never been too affected by substances, at least not in the devildom. Nothing was hitting hard, but it was starting to set in, Asmodeus took notice of your change in attitude, your anxiety practically melting off you, “Come on, let’s enjoy the party a bit before my brother steals you away for the rest of the night.” You nod, maybe this is good for you, so you and Asmo go further into the club to get some more room to dance. Enjoying some goofing around and some even more silly dancing, was mindless fun. You were so much more relaxed after partaking, maybe the best idea you'd had tonight. Taking the edge off your nerves and letting you go with the vibe of the giant party more.

However, maybe quelling your anxiety left you more vulnerable to the peering eyes of demons around you. Your guard was down, inebriated, and enjoying yourself led to you being painfully unaware of hungry eyes watching you around the party having the time of your life. No one would dare try anything with Asmodeus around you, but once your security was gone who knew what could happen tonight.

Eventually, Asmodeus was comfortable enough to leave you alone, seeing that you were able to enjoy yourself, so he walked you up to the bar one last time to get you both some drinks before he leaned into your ear, "Have a lovely lustful night my dear. I want to hear all about it later, but I'll be around if you need me." He took off in the direction of a large group of demons, all dressed in different costumes, but all still somehow adorned pink. You couldn't help but smile to yourself, you knew he would have his own fun tonight.

It would probably be the last you’d see of him tonight as you saw his pink outfit bouncing away from you. You were only getting more comfortable and relaxed after some time, you got to chat with some friends from RAD for a good while, but you still wanted to keep more to yourself, so you moved into a less populated area. On your way there you were bombarded by a few demons trying to strike up a conversation, they were extremely intoxicated, so it was easy enough to come up with an excuse to get away safely, but it was getting exhausting having to talk with tons of people all night.

When you finally were able to break away to the area where the bar had a VIP section of lined private rooms with doors, ones close to their own private VIP bar area that you were always welcomed at due to your status in the Devildom.

It was considerably quieter here, not silent as you could still hear the blaring music bouncing through the walls this was combined with the fact there were few people allowed back into this section it made things much quieter to give you a break from the overwhelming party. You decided to sit at the bar and order another drink, something to keep your tipsy buzz going through the night. While you waited for your drink you pulled out your phone, and a text from your boyfriend who had been sitting there for a little while, “I’ll see you soon xx.” You blushed at the silly text before the picture of his costume came through, you made sure to take the details in as much as possible, but you also couldn’t help but admire your boyfriend’s flirty picture and his delicious physique.

A hand was gently placed on your back, startling you slightly and causing you to close your phone quickly. Before you could turn to see who had touched you, a familiar voice pricked your ears, “Good evening, Darling, I didn’t expect to see you here.” Lucifer spoke as he sat down next to you at the bar, the bartender handing you the drink you ordered and then pouring what you would assume is Lucifer’s usual drink order. “It’s not exactly my scene but I wanted to have some fun for the holiday. Try out a party.” Your drink was brought up to your mouth when you finished, taking a sip, and humming quietly in satisfaction. Lucifer takes his own glass of fine demonus to his mouth for a sip before casually shooing the bartender from the area.

Lucifer’s elbow was leaned onto the bar surface, his hand supporting his chin while he looked at you, had anyone else been in the room they might have noticed the twinge of envy in his eyes as he drank in your appearance and costume you had delicately crafted for the holiday. “I think you should do it more often, party and celebrate the holidays outside. I bumped into my brother earlier, I was surprised he wasn’t with you, he usually doesn’t leave your side.” You took a deep breath to calm yourself down realizing that Mammon was already here, and you were not where you were supposed to be to meet with him. “Where did you see him earlier? I’ve been meaning to meet up with him.” You turned to fully look at Lucifer.

You hadn’t turned to really look at him, he was dressed in a mask with a smile that had been pushed up from his face, and an intricately detailed all-black outfit. His piercing red eyes were scanning your face, going from soft and familiar to something more akin to a parent, taking his arm from the bar and bringing his hands up to cup your face, taking in the details. “Are you alright dear?” he asks, your red eyes and flushed face didn’t do a good job of concealing what had transpired in your night so far. “I’m alright Lucifer, don’t worry about me.” You smile at him, helping to ease his concerns just slightly when you speak to him again “Where did you see Mammon earlier?” He shook his head slightly and let out a sigh, “I saw him on the way in, he looked like he’d just gotten here.” He scanned your facial features one last time before taking his hands away from your face.

You smiled at him before downing your drink, Lucifer took your hand high as you got down from the stools, holding your hand in his gently he brought it up to his mouth, placing a small kiss on the back of your hand, “Please be careful out there tonight, you don’t know how many demons would be snapping at the chance with you here.” Slipping your hand from his as he let it go you gently rubbed his shoulder in the effort of comfort, you’d already encountered plenty of demons snapping at the chance tonight, but you wouldn’t worry him further, “Don’t worry, I will be careful. Thank you, Lucifer.”

As you walked out of the VIP bar area the loud music started to hit your ears again, you looked at your phone again seeing if you had received any more messages from Mammon since your encounter with Lucifer. As you walked down the hallway from the VIP area to the main party again, distracted by your phone, you didn’t notice the body slowly starting to follow behind you. It wasn’t long before you realized you felt the presence of someone behind you but by that point, it was too late. A person pressing you to the wall in the dark hallway, a gasp in fright as your arms were pressed behind you and your chest and head were pressed against the wall. You felt your phone taken from out of your hands by your assailant before they spoke directly into your ear, “Good evening sweet thing.” A hand was wrapped around your mouth as you were pulled in the direction of an open door further down the hall.

You could feel the cold breeze of the night on your exposed skin, you tried so hard to scream but your throat was fighting against you and the hand roughly clamped over your mouth stopped any noise that did escape. You started trying to thrash back against your assailant, moving your body in aggressive ways, trying to get enough of an opportunity to move away and, worst case, summon one of the brothers to your rescue. As your assailant’s grip softened slightly on your restrained wrists you got the exact chance you were looking for, throwing your body away from them enough to start to run when you were almost instantly roughly pushed to the ground in the alley.

Your hands were roughly gripped behind your back again as you tried to thrash and kick at your assailant to no avail. “Look sweet thing, you aren’t getting away from me. You can fight back all you want, but I’m not in a good mood.” Your panic wasn’t helping much to sober you from your cross-faded state, if it was perhaps, you would have noticed the familiar smell of cologne or that sweet voice you loved so much, your boyfriend Mammon. You felt a tight rope start to get pulled around your arms as he talked, your brain wracked itself trying to find a way to get out of this situation, your face pressed against the ground, air knocked out of your lungs from the rough shove to the ground.

Before you knew it your hands were tied up behind you, your mouth was covered in a fabric cloth, and you could see nothing through the black blindfold over your eyes. In a matter of minutes, you were picked up and you were in some kind of vehicle. You could tell you were moving, thrown into a car or van most likely, and your brain tried to think of what exactly would happen when you were transported to your new location. You tried to take in every specific detail you could about the situation, you were in nice comfortable seats in a vehicle, you had been in the car for about 15 minutes for the ride and the car was going fast. When the car stopped you heard the car doors open, and the person taking you out of the car lifted you like a feather, tossing you over their shoulder so you knew they had a large strength advantage over you. You heard the loud slam of car doors, closed angrily, maybe you should be scared that they aren’t in a good mood.

Being walked with felt like an eternity, followed by some sort of elevator ride and then a rough slam onto what felt like a bed. The bed, something that felt like a purposeful choice, the dread and anxiety fully setting into just what situation you had found yourself in. A heavyweight over you that sank at points of contact on the bed as they crawled over you, words spoke directly into your ear, “I got a few rules for you sweet girl. Don’t scream or fight me anymore. Don’t do anything stupid. Don’t talk back to me. Got it?” He speaks so decisively; you nod your head understanding that you’re not going to get out of this situation easily.

He lifts your head, allowing the knotted fabric from your mouth to slip and be taken off. You felt the weight shift on the bed, the person less pressed against you as they started to loosen the blindfold on your eyes, it wasn’t completely taken off of you, just loosened enough for some light and a small glance of white silvery hair and a familiar mask to be seen before you were completely flipped over, your chest now pressed roughly into the bed by the weight of Mammon. Your pure anxiety in the situation dissolved, knowing that you weren’t kidnapped by a random demon, but instead, this was your boyfriend.

Your hands remained tied behind your back, mammon leaning into your ear, “Sweet thing, I’ve been watching you all night and I’m trying to hold myself back but I’m angry with you.” You lay there in silence, slightly confused as to what you could have done tonight that would have upset your boyfriend. You felt his hands running up the back of your thighs, the rings on his hands causing goosebumps to rise on your skin before he pushed the fluffy skirt of your costume up. “I told you to meet me at a specific spot tonight” he stated plainly before landing a hard smack onto your ass cheek. “You drink tons of alcohol and then you start smoking with Asmodeus. Can’t you think for one second in that tiny brain how many demons would try to take advantage of you while you’re inebriated?” He ends his question with another two harsh smacks to your ass.

“I didn’t expect to have to get rough with you for you to understand but I can. I already showed you earlier that I’m not in a good mood but you’re still trying to test me. It’s not a good look on you, Doll.” He drops your head back onto the bed, letting it land with a small bounce. He pulled back away from your body, leaning up and off of you. Hearing the sound of what you assume were his pants rustling, before he leaned back onto the bed, pushing the skirt you had been wearing further up to your hips, and giving him a better look at the pretty lingerie you had on for him. He took a sharp breath through his teeth before he ran a finger up the delicate lacy material hardly covering your pussy and showing the glimmering mess on your folds, “Seems like maybe this stupid plaything likes it anyway. Maybe that’s why she was a brainless little slut tonight.” 

His voice gets gravely, and you can feel the anger radiating from him, “Demons hitting on you all night.” Smack. “Giving random disgusting demons any bit of your time.” Smack. “Makes me think you wanted the attention.” Followed by another smack. “You let Lucifer put his hands on you, let him stare at you like he’d devour you then and there. Flirt with him back as you leave.” He’s practically growling as he finishes his statement. Landing a few more rough blows onto your backside, causing you to cry out in pain, mostly muffled by the covers on the bed as the handprints started to swell on your ass. You begin trying to push yourself up, “I did not flirt-” You’re cut off by your head being grabbed by the hair on the nape of your neck. You wince in pain as he pulls your head up by your hair, and he forces you to look at his still-masked face, “I see. You’re a liar and apparently, you can’t fucking listen to some simple rules.”

Your panties were pushed aside, his thumb drawing slow circles around your clit “Maybe I should’ve just had my way with you at the Fall. You wouldn’t have minded. Hell, maybe I should’ve done it in the alleyway where I pushed you down to the ground. Back there with the rest of the trash.” You can’t help but start to moan into the duvet over the bed, his skilled fingers paired with his aggressive dirty talk are already putting you through it. His hand pulled away from your clit, moving to take out his cock from his boxers, erect and angry just like him. “You can take it right; take everything I have to give you greedy whore.”

He grabbed your tied wrists with one hand, his cold rings contrasting your hot skin and the hot burns it felt like the rope would leave on your skin from the rubbing contact. He pushed himself into you with the other, letting out a groan as your tight muscles relaxed to let him in, pushing himself all the way before he started moving roughly into you. “Fuck. This pussy feels so good maybe I should keep it here locked away from anyone. Keep it to fuck dumb whenever I want.” The moans that were ripping out of your throat as he roughly thrusts into you were intense, not unlike ones he’d drawn from you before, but somehow it was feeding him carnally. Spurring him on to keep going just as rough and mean as he was being. 

He took his other hand and pushed your legs further apart for himself, grabbing one of your legs at the inner thigh and pulling it back into himself as he thrust in, using it and the hand securing your wrists to steady his aggressive thrusts. He put more of his weight leaned into you, his hand holding your restraints pushing you into the bed again, “all night I watched you and I couldn't stand how you looked at other people. How you were partying and enjoying yourself. I felt like I was going mad with Jealousy watching people with what's mine."

The moans you were feeding him like fuel to a raging fire, keeping him going as long as he could but you felt so good, your walls pulsing around him and your legs shaking as he pushed you through your first orgasm of the night. The strangled groan that left his throat as you squeezed him so tightly was dizzying to him, “Fuck. I’m still so mad at you, you can keep going right? Let me fuck this anger out into this dirty hole of yours, yeah?” Coming down from your high was a slow descent, but that burning ache in your stomach was quick to return with his pounding into you, “P-please..”

He can’t help but chuckle, he moves your position slightly, letting your leg down from his vice grip, “Move.” You moved your legs to raise up your ass into the air, putting yourself into doggy with a pretty arch for him as he moved back into position behind you. “Aw, is my plaything finally being obedient for me? I just had to fuck your slutty little hole first?” He reentered you with ease, letting out a hiss with your walls gripping him so tightly again, clenching around him as he started his rough pace again.

The picture of your ass moving back against him as he thrust in and out of you was intoxicating, mammon loved it like nothing else in this world and right now it was setting him over the edge. His hands roughly gripped at your hips to keep pulling you back into him when his smirk perked up on his face, “You’re so filthy to be moving and grinding back onto the demon who kidnapped you.” He moved one of his hands to land a smack against your ass, “I bet your slutty little pussy was hoping to get pounded all night. I bet it didn't matter by who.” The absolute wale you let out as Mammon fucked you through your second orgasm, this one much messier than the first. Your legs shook violently, and your pussy throbbed around Mammon’s length.

“F-fuck baby” Mammon almost whined before biting his lip to keep up his facade. He kept pushing through, thrusting as hard as he could before he finally came, pushing his load into you as he kept thrusting. His heavy breathing was getting hindered more and more by the mask as he tried to catch his breath. He reached up to push it up and sat it on his head. When he caught his breath, he pulled himself out of you and began to untie the ropes binding your wrists behind your back.

The absolute relief you felt when your arms were free to move again was unlike anything you could describe. “I hope I didn’t take it too far, baby. How are you?” Mammon asked sweetly as he kissed gently along your back, helping you sit up. “It was amazing, Mams. Thank you for indulging me.” You turned to smile at him, pressing a kiss on his cheek when he looked up at you. “I wouldn’t call myself a sadist, but something snapped in me seeing that scared look on your face earlier. I could hardly contain myself watching you struggle and cower with fear.” Looking into his golden eyes, you could hardly believe you were talking to the avatar of greed and not the sadistic brother you were talking to earlier in the night.

“I’d love to do it again.” You say shyly to him, looking away from him for a second, “Also you know I have no interest in your brothers. You’re the one for me, Mammon.” He shushes you, “I know baby, my greed just got the best of me. I meant it when I said I don’t like to see others with what’s mine.” You planted a kiss on his lips as he turned your head towards him, “I’m all yours, Mammon.”

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[the-devildoms-plaything]

Kinktober 2023

This event and its interactions are for 18+ readers only. Please pay attention to the CW and TW that will be listed on each Fic. These Fics will contain Dark content and themes so please be advised.

AN: I am working to push myself and my writing, so I'll be participating in my first Kinktober. I am keeping no deadlines other than uploading these fics in October, so please be patient and enjoy.

Worship me - Belphegor x reader

cult!au. extreme power dynamics. dubious consent. abuse of power. D/S dynamics. degradation. threats of exposure. threats of life-taking. the offering of gifts, services, and body. dream manipulation. demon form!sex.

Be careful who you trust darling - Satan x reader

serial killer!au. dubious to non-consent. extreme stalking (cyber and physical). abuse of power. threats of life-taking. breaking and entering. panty stealing. non-consenting photos. possessive behavior. obsessive jealousy. voyeurism. masturbation. knife play. possible hunter/prey Dynamic.

Halloween Party - Mammon x F! Reader

consenting non-consent (cnc). costumes and masks. d/s dynamics. restraints. blindfolding. use of drugs and alcohol. kidnapping/abduction. jealousy and possessive behavior. mean dom! mammon. pet names. use of the word slut and slut shaming. slight stalking/ yandere tones. spanking. hair pulling. slight fluffy ending. no specific pronouns were used, but female anatomy mentioned. reader wears a skirt and lingerie.

Possibly more... TBD

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[the-devildoms-plaything]

Sleeping Trouble | Leviathan x GN! reader | Fluff/Comfort

Summary: Dealing with bouts of insomnia is never easy, especially ever since you came to the Devildom it seems to happen more than less. You’d think getting exhausted from days of absolute chaos with the brothers would put you to sleep easily but it’s not really that easy, at least not for you. So constantly dealing with exhausting chaos in your life and then having the inability to sleep at all or even the minimal few hours was wearing you down.

Word Count: 1.4K

CW/TW: Gn! Reader, Fluff, Possible Spelling/Grammar errors

AN: Mostly just a self-indulgent fanfic as someone who struggles with sleeping issues/insomnia. I think Leviathan would be a great comfort <3

The brothers never really took notice of how awful your sleep schedule really was, just assuming you were still adjusting to your new home. However, time went by and showed that wasn’t the case. Some of the brothers took notice when it was especially bad, but were unsure of how to help you settle into a comfortable enough state to get you to sleep well. So, most of them simply tried to keep their internal bickering or chaos to themselves when they could tell you were exhausted. However, living in a house with the embodiments of sin they simply couldn’t help themselves sometimes. Mammon had to go buy all those things, you’d understand, right? Or Beelzebub having a complete hunger rampage through the house when dinner didn’t come quick enough for his stomach. Could these things really be helped?

You never really minded the chaos, it didn’t make things worse, just sometimes it wore you down and it correlated to your sleep. And you loved the brothers, but they didn’t really make things better by trying to act better around you, if anything it somehow made things worse. They were now bottling up emotions and having outbursts at each other because they were trying so hard to hold things in for your comfort. It was making the hard days harder, but you were sticking through it. Lately, to you, it almost felt like winning the lottery to get a couple hours of sleep or those days you got to take a nap with no struggle.

Leviathan is someone who could understand the easiest, living a similar lifestyle with a strange sleep schedule, although, by choice, it still gave him the advantage of being more helpful to you. He wasn’t a stranger to dealing with his brother’s constant chaos or antics, and it’s not like he was never involved. But he knew in those days when your eyebags were the heaviest, or you were just a bit more emotionless than usual, that you needed some time to yourself, and Leviathan could help with that.

It took a lot of his strength but he decided to reach out with a phone call. It was late and he didn’t say a lot but he made sure you knew he had an open safe space for you if you needed, if you wanted a break from his brothers, or just somewhere to lay down with a dark and quiet atmosphere, he was here. You’d thanked him but never really acted on his offer, so he’d just assume you were doing alright.

Leviathan could tell when he heard your footsteps in the hallway at 4 a.m. that you probably hadn’t been asleep yet, especially since your activity status was always on for your DDD, hardly ever going to sleep with phone inactivity. When he saw his DDD light up with a text notification, he looked immediately, the bright light dragging his eyes away from the Akuzon website he had been browsing. It was from you, telling him you were outside his room asking to be let inside. You didn’t want to knock and wake anyone.

A brief panic overtook the avatar of envy as he looked around his room in disgust at the state it was in, he knew you’d never judge him for it but frankly, this wasn’t how he wanted you to spend time in his room after he’d so graciously offered a comfortable space. He replied with a simple, give me just a minute, before flinging himself backward in his desk chair away from his computer.

Giving his back, arms, and legs a stretch before his feet planted on the ground. He stood up and walked over to the couch, setting all of the things piled on top to the side, ignoring the stuff he would need to reorganize and put away later. He grabbed some of the blankets and pillows from his bathtub and placed them on the couch. Just in case you were able to get some comfortable sleep it wouldn’t have to be inside his cramped bathtub. He arranged a few other things scattered around his room in a passable enough manner before opening the door, “Sorry about that.”

You shake your head at him and give him a small smile, “Don’t worry about it.” You didn’t mean for it to come out as a whisper, but it’s all your throat could muster, not wanting to disturb any sleeping brothers. The bags under your eyes were heavy, your eyes looked red and tired, he thought for a second. Maybe you’d cried recently, but Levi wouldn’t be the one to bring it up. He simply held the door and smiled back, closing it quietly after you’d entered and locked the door behind you again.

You took a seat on the couch and twirled your thumbs together awkwardly, “Sorry for coming over so late. I was hoping maybe we could play some games or just chill together.” Leviathan walked over to his television and turned it on, turning off his PC, next allowing the bright LED lights to turn off and comfortably darken the room. “We can play some Devil cart?” handing you a small controller and waiting for your approval before he turns on his console. You give him a small nod of approval, watching him move to the console, turn it on, and grab his own controller.

Plopping down on the couch next to you as the game starts up, you both pick your usual respective characters, and specifically modify your cars to your preferences. “I’m not going to take it easy on you just because it’s late” Leviathan jokes. You can’t help but smile, “I don’t need you to take it easy on me for me to win” You both laugh with each other. After about an hour of gaming, your tired eyes looked over at Levi during a race, “Thank you for giving me this time. It really means a lot.” Leviathan was a bit flustered, but he could tell by the tired look in your eyes, that you needed this and you meant it. He was simply happy that he was able to give you some comfort, “Of course.”

Lots of races, and victories on both sides, the scores were getting closer and closer, the banter between you two hardly stopped, it never got out of hand or anything more than playful. However, as time went on you two hadn’t been talking as much, due to the concentration of Levi on the game and your own lack of energy starting to take hold of you. You were starting to doze off slightly, waking yourself up enough each time to keep playing before dozing off slightly. You’d finished the last race and Levi went to start the next one, the next course taking lots of concentration, but it would be the final course to end the competition.

The winding course was proving difficult with your tired eyes drooping and closing more often, trying to hide from the blaring light of the television’s flashing lights. You started driving off the edge of the winding roads, not paying attention as your body started to succumb to your inevitable tiredness. The last time you fell off the edge you’d stopped moving entirely, you finally lost your fight against sleep. Leviathan was so focused on the game that, didn’t even notice until he had lapped you on the track and realized you weren’t moving, “Give up already?” he asked. He had to crane his neck to turn around and look back at you from his slouched and forward leaning posture.

He looked over to see your slumped body, leaning back into the couch with your neck caved into your right shoulder, shallow breaths only appearing so often. That’s when he finally realized, you’d finally gotten to sleep, It may be 6 a.m. but at least you were finally able to rest your tired mind and relax enough to rest. “Rest well” He couldn’t help but smile to himself, his own tired eyes catching up to him as he got up as gently as possible to turn off the game console and TV. When he came back to the couch he grabbed a blanket from the side, draping it along your body and laying a pillow down on the side of the couch closest to you, so you could lay down if you woke up with neck pain or if you eventually collapsed from your upright position.

Taking his own leave to lay in his bathtub, not wanting to cramp your personal space or accidentally wake you, he was simply glad you were finally able to get some well-deserved rest.

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[the-devildoms-plaything]

An Angel's Obsession | Simeon x Mc x Solomon | Dark Content Collab

Summary: Simeon didn’t believe being an angel had any drawbacks, never wanting to succumb to pointless sins and having a fantastic life back in the celestial realm. Then you showed up and Simeon was enamored with you. Everything about you was everything he needed but precisely what he could not have. Not only did he have to hold himself back from his desires toward you, but to make matters worse, you belonged to one of his closest friends, Solomon.

Word Count: 3.8k

CW/TW: Implied F!MC but no pronouns mentioned, PIV sex, Female anatomy mentioned, Mc wears a skirt, Dark Content ahead! Voyeurism, Dub-con, Stalker! Simeon, Creep! Perv! Simeon, OOC Simeon and Solomon, relationship with Solomon, Dirty talk, minimal spell-checking, let me know if I missed anything!

AN: This took embarrassingly long, I debated even posting it, especially being so many months late to a collab. I hope that everyone can still enjoy my first public fanfic. Thank you to @ilyluffy for hosting the collab, here is the masterslist.

When you came to the Devildom, Simeon was just captivated by something about you. Maybe it was the way you told stories, how sweetly you treat people, the smile you flash haphazardly, your cute laugh, your sweet smell, and how adorable you looked wearing anything from your everyday clothes to your RAD uniform.

It seemed to start so innocently, you were coming over to bake with Luke, coming for dinner, staying around for movie nights, and even spending nights at the purgatory hall after everyone stayed up all night talking. Originally, when you started coming over to the Purgatory Hall more often, Simeon was ecstatic, he was going to be able to spend more time with you and not have to worry about any interfering demons.

It was never really apparent when his feelings for you as a friend blossomed into so much more, but sure enough, they had. His time at RAD was consumed with hanging out with you outside of class and between meetings, sitting next to you at lunch when he got the chance, and spending time talking during class you shared or passing notes. He’d gift you short stories from his heart, cute small stories about what an amazing person you were to him and how you so positively affected everyone around.

Then it was the small things; The late-night talks turned into him asking about personal things to learn more about you, baking with Luke turned into time with Simeon as well, hanging out during movie night he wanted to comfort you when you’re scared, or if a movie made you cry, and he was the one sitting next to you at dinner.

However, there was one thing he failed to notice spending all his time focusing on you. It was the fact you had started spending more and more time with Solomon. At first, he knew he was overreacting, you had expressed you were interested in learning magic during one of your late nights at the Purgatory Hall and Solomon was more than happy to teach.

It wasn’t until Solomon shared one small, fleeting touch with your exposed arm that he took notice. But then slowly, he became the one who got that cute smile out of you, the one to comfort you after a movie too scary, the one you came over to see.

As he took notice of how you acted around Solomon, he realized that Solomon acted the same, stealing all your time when you came over, how he loved showing you off as his “little apprentice”, needing to be the closest person to you on the couch, at dinner or even just sitting in class. As this continued, it only got worse, spending every moment together, casually exchanging gentle touches when talking, the smiles that never left your faces when together.

He realized that you and Solomon were together.

That didn’t stop him from loving you, even getting to see you at school or when he could see you at Purgatory Hall was enough. Those casual conversations you still shared with him, how cute you looked every time he saw you, that sweet smile you gave him when he complimented you.

He went months with this, thinking everything was fine. He still loved you, but he had convinced himself that these fleeting moments he was spending with you were enough for him, not realizing the damage it was truly doing to him.

Soon, it wasn’t enough for him.

He was starting to get possessive and jealous of anyone and everyone who was spending time with you and trying to keep those few moments he still got with you to himself. His heart beats faster when he sees you or when you’re near, and his anxiety causes his whole body to shudder and freeze when he watches your sweet smile shine at others. He was losing his usual self-composure, and restraint is worn thin. When he passes Solomon his sweaty palms clench into temporary fists, and he grits his smile he can’t stand to be around him longer than he needs to be.

However, it only kept getting worse. He was obsessed.

He had to know where you were and if you were with Solomon or the brothers. What were you wearing? What perfume adorned your perfect skin today? He needed to see that smile when he could. He needed to see you. He memorized your schedule. He’d purposefully bump into you when you were alone walking between classes or ask you to come over and spend time with him at the Purgatory Hall on the weekends.

This Saturday, after he had returned home from dropping Luke off with Barbatos, he’d never expected to hear noises through Solomon’s door. Noises that made his blood boil and his heartbeat beat through his chest so hard he thought he was going to faint. He was so sick to himself that he left with a slam of the front door, hoping to stop you two even if he was leaving.

He couldn’t stand the thought for days, he left back to spend the weekend with Luke, Barbados and Diavolo so he could avoid you and Solomon. He could spend the weekend away from you, just this once. Just for this weekend, he needed to piece himself together after what he heard.

The flushed red color on his cheeks every time he sees you should’ve been a dead giveaway, but maybe you ignored it for his sake. Perhaps you were too embarrassed to talk about it with him. Or maybe you thought it was cute to tease him about it. He never confronted either of you about it, he couldn’t bear to talk about it and embarrass you and he couldn’t stand being with Solomon one on one.

The more he dwelled on the events of that day, his mind picked out the pieces he wanted to forget. His sick mind remembered what mattered most to him, you. Those were your noises, and it didn’t matter who was drawing them out of you. It was so hard after that, remembering the noises you were making for Solomon were clouding his mind constantly.

Feeding his obsession for you more and more. It was plaguing his mind so badly that the poor angel was struggling through his days.

After that day, it started happening more frequently. It felt like any moment that you had together was now a moment of intimacy, it hardly mattered where you were. It could be making out in the kitchen, the giggling he heard from the bathroom while the shower ran, the noises he drew from your body he could hear through the walls of his room.

It didn’t take long or many more instances before he was convinced Solomon had been doing all of this on purpose. He must be purposefully trying to show off the relationship with the girl he cared so much about and what he could never be able to do and remain an angel.

Tortured with the noises you make for Solomon at night that he could hear through the wall of his bedroom. Sleepless nights were followed by that blush on your face when you see him in the mornings afterward when you realized he was home. No one except him would notice the marks you tried to hide on your neck and thighs that weren’t there the day before.

He was getting so desperate, he thought about so many options he could take to keep himself satiated. He thought about trading Leviathan, an exclusive unreleased chapter of TSL for something from your room, maybe a piece of your clothes, or if he was lucky your underwear. He thought about having a meeting with Lucifer and sneaking into your room to lay in your bed for a few moments, to be completely wrapped in your smell. 

He couldn’t help it anymore, too many nights of you making noise right against his wall. Of him hearing it all loud and clear. Countless nights of him thinking about nothing but you. So many nights of him trying not to be the creep that beat his cock to the sweet noises you make.

He didn’t care anymore. He was losing his grip on himself, his impulses and most rational thinking. His delusion had convinced him that maybe you wanted him to hear your sweet noises. That those sweet noises were your generosity to the sweet angel. So tonight, when you came over, he decided that when you start making sweet noises through the wall, he would fuck his fist to you.

He was fresh out of the shower, skin, and hair freshly taken care of that sweet smell of his body wash lingering through his room. He knew you had come over earlier, and when he heard Solomon’s door close earlier, he knew it wouldn’t be long. He dropped the towel he had around his waist onto the floor and lay in his bed, putting his head as close to the wall you’d be against.  

He slowly started pumping his length into his hand to your giggles and soft whimpers. He was taking it slow knowing that you’d get a little louder just for him to hear, just like you did every time. Hearing those consistent moans and words coming through the wall was making his dick jump as he kept up his pace. All he could think about was your soft lips wrapped around him. Or maybe you’d be kind and let him inside you, let him lose his purity to your soft warm walls. He knew how sweetly you would be treating him no matter what you did together. Your smile shines so brightly when you’re together. Maybe he could also get you into a flustered mess like you did him.

It was about an hour into it when Simeon started to get overstimulated, he wanted to keep cumming for you so badly. The sweet angel just wanted to let out everything he was keeping pent up for you. He wanted to see you so badly that it was getting hard to keep up, his imagination wasn’t keeping up with him.

He had to see you.

It took some convincing for him to pick up the courage but ultimately the darkness in the hallway would surely counsel him, and Solomon must be too caught up in you to be paying attention to him. So, with that he left his room as quietly as he could, creeping over to Solomon’s door and opening it ever so slightly, just so he could see the two of you.

“Keep going for me” Solomon groaned into the air, as he did, he slammed his hips up into your own. The pace he set was rough, causing your ass to bounce so deliciously for him and the perverted angel watching. Both are intoxicated with the way that your hips move, your entire body jumping with a sweet rhythm, how sweetly your curves look covered in glistening sweat.

This was what he needed so badly. You were everything he needed to see. And fuck, you looked so good. He didn’t even care that it was someone else’s cock you were bouncing on, he didn’t care it was the cock of former his best friend. That’s how badly he needed this. To see your perfectly crafted body, to hear those noises you were making so clearly. He could see how much of a show you were putting on for the angel, or better yet he could imagine he was in Solomon’s place.

And he didn’t waste his time to start playing with his throbbing cock again. His new sticky precum leaking from his tip got smeared quickly onto his hand as he rubbed it into his tip first, then bringing it down in a slow stroke almost down to the base. He tore his eyes away from himself after a few pumps into his hand, he wanted to keep watching you move. Sync up the movement and speed you were setting. His labored breaths and throbbing cock took back his attention as he worked himself close, he shut his eyes momentarily.

However, the angel once again was so absorbed and captivated with you that he failed to notice Solomon’s eyes looking right at him. Or if he hadn’t closed his eyes then maybe he’d feel the Icey daggers from his eyes stabbing him, or that sick smirk that spread across the sorcerer’s lips.

Solomon could tell you were starting to get close as you started moving more sporadically and less consistently, you were pulling away slightly from the slight overstimulation as you neared your peak. Then Solomon stopped moving, stilling your hips, and bringing them down into his. “Sol..” your voice whined to him. Then he leaned into your ear, “How would you feel if I told you someone was watching us my darling?”

A small laugh poured from your lips, and you started rutting against him again trying to keep that friction for the fire inside your belly. “Quit messing around.” That’s when he took his hand, squeezing your chin and cheek together and turning your head towards the cracked door. Your entire body shuddered cold, pure shock washing over your body as you just barely saw a figure in the hallway. Letting your eyes adjust to the dark hallway, you finally saw him, and he was fisting his cock in furious pleasure. Your face flushed in embarrassment, when you turned back to Solomon, he just smirked at you. How long had he known?

Solomon started the roll of his hips back into you, picking up where he left off before. The choked whine and flushed face spurring him on, “Look at him risking his purity just to watch you pretty baby. Look at how desperate he is baby” he said loud enough you know the angel in the hallway had to hear the degrading comment. “I’m not interested in sharing, but how about we let him watch you cream on my cock.”

Simeon was scared. Not only was he disgusted with his sick actions and thoughts, but he was now caught. He considered just leaving, maybe he could stay at the demon lord’s castle from now on, Luke has fun there all the time anyways. Thoughts ran wild with plans to get himself out of this, his entire body was cold and still, a dead man. When the terror and ringing in his ears stopped, he heard Solomon’s voice pierce through. He must have heard wrong.

His mind was scrambled, but he wanted one thing more than anything. He pushed the door open just a bit more and a shaky voice ripped from his throat. “Please.”

You’re sitting still, Solomon is smirking at you, but you know he’s not going to push you if you want this to stop. But he also can’t help but be curious about what you’re going to decide. Turning around to peek back at the more open doorway, you can see just how anxious the angel looks. You couldn’t help but look a bit nervous and embarrassed to be in such a precarious situation between your boyfriend and his best friend. The unsure face caused Solomon to break the silence “he really is desperate baby, let me show him how good I make you feel.”

Simeon is pleading with his eyes, looking so longingly at your own that he doesn’t notice your eyes drifting to his cock in his hand is red and angry it wants to release so badly. You tear your eyes away from it, to see his face, sad and pleading. “Okay” you let out softer than you meant to, but the light in Simeon’s eyes let you know he heard. Simeon moved closer inside the door, opting to sit on the couch instead of crouching outside the door, he had a much better view of you and that’s truly all he wants in the world.

Your boyfriend could sense your unease, pulling your chin up towards him and taking in your expression, leaning down to your ear “I know he’s here but focus those pretty eyes on me right now darling.” Leaving his words to settle with you as he lays gentle kisses from your ear and down your neck, to your soft breasts taking your nipple gently into his mouth and swirling his tongue around and giving it gentle nips so that pretty back is arching and pushing your chest further into him.

Removing his mouth from your now perked bud and leaning back up to look at your face. His stilled hands moving against your hips, squeezing, and pleading for your movement on top of him once again. Your movement start extremely slowly, lifting yourself and slowly impaling yourself on his cock. But the awkwardness of the situation is overtaken once again by your lust, allowing small breaths and moans to roll off your tongue once again.

Simeon feels he’s truly blessed to be in the situation he’s in, while he wishes there would have been different or better circumstances, he’s fine choking back his envy to allow himself to enjoy the spectacle you’re sharing with him. Being this close allowed Simeon to bask in your beauty more, the perfection and glisten of your sweat covered skin. The marks that trailed from your neck to your collarbones down to your chest. The slight bruising and indentations of teeth marks on your shoulder and thighs.

The way your perfect body moves with each rough pounding onto Solomons lap. Absolutely infatuated with the breathy whines that escape your throat, beginning to stroke himself in a steady rhythm to keep up with you. You whimper, only having the guts to look over to the angel for a second before getting flustered, causing you to crash down awkwardly onto Solomon. “Careful my darling” he smiles, “I’ll be generous and take over if you want to let your eyes linger.”

It didn’t take much effort for him to remove you from his lap, pushing you down onto your back with a thud from the bed. He adjusts his sitting position, sitting up onto his knees with his heels firmly planted into the bed. Taking his strong hands, gripping your thighs, and pushing them back into you, “Hold.” You nod, grabbing your legs and holding them back, giving him time to grab his length, flushed and glistening, pumping it in his hands for a second before pushing back into you. “Just remember, your generous teacher is the one taking care of you.”

It took some confidence building as Solomon began thrusting into you again, but you looked over towards the angel in the corner on the couch. Sweat glistening on his body, his skin looked so soft, it’s the first you’ve ever seen so much of his skin. When you looked at his face, his eyes were so focused on you, pouring with lust and adoration, something that would normally be so embarrassing or awkward was only adding to the lust you were experiencing.

Giving Solomon’s cock a snugger squeeze than usual as it all sunk in for you, this angel truly was infatuated with you, so obsessed he was willing to watch you with your boyfriend not caring about the repercussions. Solomon keeping up with his steadily increasing pace was making your body heat up, your stomach felt like it was starting to tighten when Solomon reached to play with your clit, rubbing it gently with his thumb. The initial contact snapped your attention off the angel and back to him, giving you a smirk before using his other hand to press your head to the side looking at Simeon and holding down so you couldn’t turn. “Starting to think my sweet girl is more into this than I imagined.”

Simeon was absolutely losing his mind, he was edging himself to the scene in front of him, those beautiful eyes staring so intently at him, the flush and embarrassment on your face. He enjoyed taking everything in, from the new position he got to see you in, to the way he noticed you reacted to specific things. If his voice didn’t escape him maybe, he would’ve joined in on the degrading comment of your lover, he liked the way you pouted, the fucked-out look that started to build on your face.

Your eyes trained on the way that Simeon’s hand pumped up and down on himself, taking seconds to pause as he squeezed the head and catch his breath. Solomon was doing everything he could to send you crashing into your orgasm and it was working, the knot in your belly feeling so tight that your legs started to tremor and shake. “Ahh-ah Sol..” your hoarse voice cried. Solomon kept pushing you, “come on baby let go for me and Simeon” rubbing your clit just in concentric circles as he kept thrusting into your sweet spot. Your vision started to blur and fade as tears pricked the corners of your eyes, “F-Fuck babe!” You fell over the edge, your orgasm completely shaking through you, your body shaking gently as Solomon kept fucking you through it, your tight pulsing shoving him closer and closer to his own edge.

“S-shit” Simeon whispered as he let himself go as well, finally allowing himself to cum after seeing your body tighten and shake, allowing him to see you at your most vulnerable, hear those beautiful noises loud and clearly. Solomon wasn’t far behind him, spilling into you as you clenched around him, shaking in slight overstimulation as you finally came down from your high. He pulled out of you slowly, the spill of your shared fluids quickly pouring out of your spent hole, and you sighed.

Simeon was quick to stand up and shuffle out of the room, while you and Solomon basked in each other for some time. “We should probably have a discussion about this, huh?” were the first words you spoke to Solomon. “Only if you want darling, I can handle things if you want.” You shake your head at him with a bright smile, “Well I think it might need to be a more detailed discussion between us all. I think I might be interested in this again.” All Solomon could do was chuckle to himself, “Anything you want sweet girl. Just remember that you’re mine.”

Simeon stood in the hallway, freshly cleaned up and now adorned with sweatpants and a snug shirt couldn’t help but smile to himself. Maybe he could work with this, while his obsession with you definitely did not end here today, maybe there was a better way to work around with some kind of arrangement that would allow him to enjoy your company and get his old friend back without his raging jealousy. This was a start.

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welcome to my dark content collab !! for this event you can join and write about any content that’s considered dark content. before joining make sure to read the guidelines <33 oh and have fun

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pretty much anyone is free to join {not just mutuals} but you must have an age available somewhere on your blog and you must be ages 18 and up.

you can join as many times as you want and with any character from ANY anime or video game. just make sure not to overwhelm yourself <33 and that we write all characters as 18+

in addition. all genres are welcome. it can be n*fw or sfw but some kind of dark content must be included. the only hard no theme is p*dophilia. otherwise all themes are welcome as long as you’re comfortable posting it

in order to be added to the masterlist below, send me an ask with what character(s) you were looking to write for! bonus points if you tell me what dark content theme you planned on including in your fic

there can be up to two repeats for characters just so there isn’t too much repetition.

once you’re added to the masterlist below pls give this post a reblog!!

there is no deadline so feel free to post whenever you’d like :) i do ask that the minimum word count be around 500 words but there’s no maximum word count <3 go crazy !!

once you post the final product firstly make sure to have the appropriate warnings and or tags. also either tag me in your fic or send me an ask so i can give it a reblog and add the link to it here :)

that’s all i can think of

𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

attack on titan

eren jaeger + dubcon ⏩︎ @zoro-kun

erwin smith + murder & noncon ⏩︎ @downforsanji

blue lock

reo mikage + yandere & dubcon ⏩︎ @villain-hotline

shouei barou + stepcest ⏩︎ @semisgroupie

shidou ryusei + stalking & dubcon ⏩︎ @cotton-candy-dreaming

bungou stray dogs

fyodor dostoyevsky + stepcest ⏩︎ @pussydrunkfyodor

osamu dazai + drugging & kidnapping ⏩︎ @courtreezy

fyodor dostoevsky ⏩︎ @blueparadis

chainsaw man

kishibe + kidnapping & noncon ⏩︎ @soft-zawa-png

hirofumi yoshida + tentacles ⏩︎ @babiefwuit

denji + cannibalism & dubcon ⏩︎ @heartsfrthem

haikyuu

tobio kageyama + stepcest ⏩︎ @vutopia

jujutsu kaisen

satoru gojo & suguru geto + dubcon ⏩︎ @tiniella

megumi fushiguro + yandere ⏩︎ @saecore

yuta okkotsu + yandere/stalking, dubcon, & somno ⏩︎ @dark-mnjiro

obey me

simeon & solomon + dubcon & voyeurism - @simeons-damnation

one piece

rob lucci + dubcon ⏩︎ @sanjis-all-blue

vinsmoke sanji + drugging ⏩︎ @badtz-baru

usopp + drugging & blood/knife play ⏩︎ @usopps-devotee

portgas d. ace + dubcon, yandere, & stepcest ⏩︎ @thus-spoke-gee

monkey d. luffy & roronoa zoro + dubcon ⏩︎ @creamsickle-writes

tokyo ghoul

ayato kirishima + dubcon, predator/prey play, & vorarephilia ⏩︎ @luvtorei

tokyo revengers

kazutora hanemiya ⏩︎ @litepowee

tetta kisaki + yandere & gun play ⏩︎ @510hz

shuji hanma + cult au & blood/knife play ⏩︎ @shoyoist

tetta kisaki + noncon & gun play ⏩︎ @saecore

keisuke baji + yandere & blood kink ⏩︎ @kakusdiscordkitten

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I'm super excited to participate and push myself, I hope you guys will enjoy!

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Rules

꒰  ♡  ꒱ Minors DNI this is a nsfw fanfiction blog for the fandom obey me

꒰  ♡  ꒱ I will block minors, ageless or blank pages! 

꒰  ♡  ꒱ I will primarily be writting Female bodied content but may use gender neutral pronouns in some writting, it should be marked in the CW or TW at the top of fics

꒰  ♡  ꒱ Asks are open, that doesn’t gaurentee a response but I will do my best to be responsive

꒰  ♡  ꒱ I have the right to decline any asks, and to block for any reason

꒰  ♡  ꒱ Do not post as your own, repost or reupload my work on other platforms

꒰  ♡  ꒱ I do write content that can be dark, so please read CW or TW attached

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About me

꒰ ♡ ꒱ Call me Angel

꒰ ♡ ꒱ She/Her

꒰ ♡ ꒱ 23

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